Anna

"You need another bucket sir?"
I sit and patiently form the soil
To give you pleasure, none for me.
I occasionally smile but not needed
I wipe my tear while asking for more
"Some More Sir?" I asked when emptied.
I sit again and stared blankly over the horizon
Thinking it's all for the family and none for me
50 yards you hit but my mind goes further
Sweat falling to my eyes, I must persevere
All your fun and none for me
You hit your balls while I form a tee.

Fort Bonifacio Driving Range

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