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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373633" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Yesterday</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've trod the links with many a man,<br> And played him club for club;<br> 'Tis scarce a year since I began<br> And I am still a dub.<br> But this I've noticed as we strayed<br> Along the bunkered way,<br> No one with me has ever played<br> As he did yesterday. <br> It makes no difference what the drive,<br> Together as we walk,<br> Till we up to the ball arrive,<br> I get the same old talk:<br> &quot;To-day there's something wrong with me,<br> Just what I cannot say.<br> Would you believe I got a three<br> For this hole--yesterday?&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I see them top and slice a shot,<br> And fail to follow through,<br> And with their brassies plough the lot,<br> The very way I do.<br> To six and seven their figures run,<br> And then they sadly say:<br> &quot;I neither dubbed nor foozled one<br> When I played--yesterday!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I have no yesterdays to count,<br> No good work to recall;<br> Each morning sees hope proudly mount,<br> Each evening sees it fall.<br> And in the locker room at night,<br> When men discuss their play,<br> I hear them and I wish I might<br> Have seen them--yesterday.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Oh, dear old yesterday! What store<br> Of joys for men you hold!<br> I'm sure there is no day that's more<br> Remembered or extolled.<br> I'm off my task myself a bit,<br> My mind has run astray;<br> I think, perhaps, I should have writ<br> These verses--yesterday.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edgar+Albert+Guest">Edgar Albert Guest</a><div class=q>
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 And played him club for club;
 'Tis scarce a year since I began
 And I am still a dub.
 But this I've noticed as we strayed
 Along the bunkered way,
 No one with me has ever played
 As he did yesterday. 
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