Bowling is a fading memory to many folk;
The younger generation looks upon it as a joke.
The sound of pins cascading and the smell of bowling shoes
Is now the stuff of reverie and melancholy views.
When a bowling alley closes up for once and all,
There never is a poet to give praise to bowling ball.
As the Big Lebowski said in L.A. long ago:
“Bowling is a sport that puts most joy into escrow.”
I think of William Bendix as the archetype of bowlers;
Grinning at a strike until we almost see his molars.
That artless entertainment that was once a bowling lane
We seek now on the Internet, and seek it all in vain.