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Mastery
It's a game, that in order to play it well,
Requires strength, and precision with touch.
Where no one would claim to be born with it,
But it's acquired by long hours and such.
While it's mentored and played mostly socially,
The lengthy practice is a solitary pursuit.
When one learns of themselves and their limits,
As they search for the perfect shot to execute.
So these players swing and stroke to oblivion,
Since that's required to perform and display.
With countless hours bearing all the expense forwarded,
To achieve levels of greatness along the way.
No matter when one begins in this journey,
It's soon realized that this is a lifelong exam.
Even as technology tries to improve one's every effort,
The basics remain, all the rest is a scam.
Now history would grant the Scots with its origins,
Yet the world now possesses all the blame.
Though it seems to disallow for any favor,
Towards any unwilling to improve their golf game.
Copyright ©
Timothy Mattson
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