Golf

I am 28
Living in the
Married student
Housing when some
Middle-aged gentleman
Knocks on my door to ask
Me to keep my three sons off
His golf course where for the last
Year they have been harvesting golf
Balls from the pond and selling the
Recovered golf balls to those who
Happened to play through but I
Tell him they cannot be kept
From such a sweet money
Source so I urge him to
Tell my sons he will
Buy back the golf
Balls at the club
House or call
The police
Stop the
Theft
Which my
Sons see as
A compromise
But a way to earn
Money by wading in
A pond even if the gain
Is considerable less but still
Sell the good ones clandestine.
The lesson of choosing to
Compromise over the
Hubris of pride has
Helped them deal
With reality over
Seeing each
Situation
As my
Way
And get
Off my fairway.
They all have done
Well by their practicality.
And, they all grew up
To play golf more
For fun than
Money but
Glory is
Tasty:
Golf!