Golfing Kahuku with Whitey

My golf game

Is starting to come around,

Finally.

I took it up six years ago,

When I turned seventy,

Sort of to honor Whitey,

My father.

I’m hitting solid drives

Straight up the fairway

Almost every time, these days,

And I make the occasional par,

Flirt with the occasional birdie.

As they say, it’s a start.

Whitey used to try

To get me into golf,

But I’d laugh and say I wasn’t old enough,

Yet.

That was forty years ago.

I think he’d be glad to know

I’m old enough now.

As honors go,

That, too, is a start.