Hole-in-one

The amateur dreams of a single shot,

A fleeting glory, a moment caught.

A hole-in-one, their heart’s delight,

A fleeting spark in the endless night.

But the pro walks steady, the game in stride,

No fleeting moment their source of pride.

For in each swing, in every round,

Mastery’s echoes are quietly found.

To play the course, to know its soul,

To conquer each challenge, to claim control.

Prestige is not in a shot that’s rare,

But in the club where their name holds care.

The pro’s heart beats with a steady hum,

Not for a moment, but for what’s to come.

For skill and honor will always last,

More than a fleeting, glorious past.