On His Work Ethic
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Eulogy by William Ivan | Eulogy by The Ivan Brothers | Eulogy by Dr. Thomas Rush |
Today...a casual summer Sunday,
Today...a day of days.
And to watch it soar,
But Today is not about supremacy,
And the ball, As it falls...
In all my destined life,
Tee off promptly at ten.
Warm-ups, sadly, as usual,
Slice right, hook left, again and again.
After all, what better way,
To laugh and learn from rounds long past,
Than to strike a ball upon the grass,
High, Straight and sure,
Toward the defenseless cup;
Or, well, toward the beach, the way I foul up.
Rather it's for playing a round,
Free from idle controversy,
And reveling in the simple sounds,
Of wind o'er hilltop brow,
N' of birds on Maple's bough,
In the cup! "Nice putt, Dad."
If I could have any day,
To once again say those words to Him;
I would choose all of my Todays.
Matthew Ivan 2000