Golf Ball - Poem

While in need for a new poem recently, I was browsing on YouTube when I came across a certain video from the popular American spoken word artist Prince Ea, in which he said over an incredible fact about golf balls.

He says that when golf was first created, the balls, were designed with a smooth feel. But, as time went on, the innovators of the game noticed, that as the balls would be hit, the dents and bumps the ball would sustain from that, would help it soar higher and faster, making the ball more aerodynamic. So, the creators of the game started to intentionally design the classic dents and dimples we see on the golf ball today.

Prince Ea shared a creative lesson from this fact, saying that the golf ball story is just like life and how one should not lose hope or get frustrated when encountering bumps and sustaining bruises along the journey, rather one should look at those bumps, scars and bruises as a vehicle to be able to fly further and faster in life.

After hearing this, I was inspired to write a poem incorporating the concept. Here is what I came up with.

Hope you enjoy it,

Yitzy Schweitzer

Golf Ball - Poem

Oh, I have been knocked down so many times,
Fallen low from the highest of my climbs,
And every time I try to rise again,
It’s just a never-ending route to a darker descend.

Oh, I have been taunted and made to feel,
Like a prisoner behind your heartless bars of steel,
Trapping me under a crushing wheel,
You drove over my soul, broke my heart for real.

But hey, this time I know that next time you swing at me,
I’ll fly high, instead of falling down to my knees.
I have got powers to great for you to believe,
My dreams are bigger than you can see.

Cause I am like a golf ball, soaring high after the hit,
Landing straight down on target after this,
My dents and bruises only make me faster,
While you're an amateur I am your master.

Don’t you know that this is what I am made for,
To fly further than anyones ever been before,
I’ll strike gold, winner galore,
How many points do you think I am gonna score?

I does not matter what you think of me,
You have not my vision, nor my destiny.
I’ll tap inside my soul to be all that I can be,
While, in the end, you be bleeding in agony

Cause I am like a golf ball, soaring high after the hit,
Landing straight down on target after this,
My dents and bruises only make me faster,
While you're an amateur I am your master.

Don’t you know that this is what I am made for,
To fly further than anyone's ever been before,
I’ll strike gold, winner galore,
How many points do you think I am gonna score?

Don’t you see what you're doing?
You are giving me power to keep moving
So come on, start playing your music,
Go on and sulk now, while I start grooving.

Keep hurting me, all you want
Soon I’ll scare you away with my chant,
I’ll be the next hero, I am a part of His masterplan
As I fly away again, try and catch me if you can.

Cause I am like a golf ball, soaring high after the hit,
Landing straight down on target after this,
My dents and bruises only make me faster,
While you're an amateur I am your master.

Don’t you know that this is what I am made for,
To fly further than anyone's ever been before,
I’ll strike gold, winner galore,
How many points do you think I am gonna score?