Divisions on the Green

Title: Divisions on the Green

Within the realm of fairways crossed,
Phil Mickelson’s fate was tossed.
A captaincy denied, bitter yet true,
A stance on divisiveness, known to a few.

His skills acclaimed, his swing renowned,
Yet shadows of discord, do surround.
The weight of opinion, both friend and foe,
A role of leadership, he’s deemed unfit to bestow.

On golf’s grand stage, the hues unite,
But divided spirits cast the light.
A sport that unites, galvanizes the heart,
Yearns for a captain, who’d bind them, not tear them apart.

For Ryder Cup’s pulse, a rhythm to weave,
A leader is sought, who aims to achieve,
The harmonious symphony, players aligned,
Seeking victory, together entwined.

But Phil, he’ll persist, an indomitable trail,
His passion for golf, shall never pale.
Though his role may change, his spirit won’t wane,
The divisive mists shall not tarnish his name.

So let the fairways be bridges, where division transforms,
A force to unite, no more frayed norms.
For in the vast realm of golf, where greatness abounds,
Phil Mickelson shall leave resounding sounds.