At thought of what may hap to-day
I’m not disturbed a bit;
And who may triumph in the fray
Perplexes me no whit.
The doings in Convention hall
Afford me no concern;
I do not speculate at all
On how the tide will turn.
I ask not who may hit or miss,
Who perish, who survive:
The thing that bothers me is this—
_Why did I hook that drive?_