Muscles scream, burn
Legs like lead weights, drag
Arms like jelly, weak
Willpower waning, must quit
Suddenly, high school boys
Pass ahead walking jauntily
Hauling bigger bags
Strength flickers through my limbs
Husband says
“You can do it, thanks for being with me, Sweetie!”
Finish the hole, move to the next one
Can’t find it, waste time searching
Friendly golfer points the way
The ball actually gets into the air
this time
Another flicker of strength
Seventh hole a bit easier, shorter
Gulp a bottle of water thirstily
Eighth hole, wind blows the ball over to another link
Further to tread
Can’t putt worth week old beans
Ball passes across the cup, again and again
Pick it up and plop it in, just to say “I was there”
Pride surges vaguely at the ninth hole
If exhausted on the fifth hole
what would it be called an hour later?
Bankrupt, collapsed, crumpled
disintegrated, dissolved, caved in
But I did it
I did it
Prose Me 
Good for you !
Yeay!