The Marcus Way
The cry of ‘Fore’
Where did that go?
Don’t worry mate
Have another go
A pat on the back
A quip and smile
On we would walk
And chat a while
He was so good
And me so bad
He would laugh
While I got mad
He hit them long
I hit them short
A joy to watch
He loved the sport
We loved him so
His sense of fun
Add up the scores
I know who’s won
His bench now stands
Where once he stood
The memories strong
The feelings good
Although not blood
The ties are strong
To leave so young
There’s something wrong
His memory’s marked
With golf each year
The gap he’s left
For all is clear
So when we meet
On that special day
We’ll try to play
The Marcus way
by Mick Jolly
