Golf Verse: When a Wayward Golf Ball I Do Find

Finding a pristine golf ball on the course always makes me think, if only for a moment, how upset the original owner must have been at the poor return on his investment... 

When a wayward golf ball I do find,
I wonder if it's really kind
To keep it.

An avid golfer, noble soul
Prob'ly paid a lot of dough
To buy it.

My inner conflict is short lived
The ball, it seems, has hardly lived.
I owe it.

A chance to fly, to soar again
To make birdie, roll right in.
I feel it.

Into my pocket, it disappears
Eager, as the next tee nears.
I'll use it.

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