You teach us by example not to press
And how to shun the faults of slice and hook.
Treating the ball as if it had a soul,
Imparting safe direction, you determine
How best it may keep up its given rôle;
Indeed your daily round's a model sermon.
So, till life's course is traversed, I'll await
Your well-timed counsel. If I have you by me
I'll laugh at all the baffling strokes of Fate
And lay the bogie of Despair a stymie.