Dear Caddie
So frequently on any cold day,
on the hardest golf courses around.
You sigh, you suffer and find your way,
left, right, back and forward you'll be found.
Crossing bunkers or a small lake,
always making sure that the path is clear.
Waiting for the right moment to take,
another smashing club to get me near.
Dear Caddie, all blood, tears and sweat.
never count in the end, can you agree?
No flowers or cheers, just the shadow instead,
and for that, you will never thank me.
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