On the Firing Line

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?