When I was sixteen

I decided to learn golf

after purchasing a few clubs

I practiced in a large field

I spent the whole summer

hooking and slicing

chipping and putting

searching for lost balls

I became obsessed

with making that perfect shot

analyzing my swing

adjusting my grip

occasionally I would hit it long and straight

my mathematical brain

believing I had cracked it

convinced I would be a pro golfer

until the next shot was fluffed

started to calculate

club face angles

and ball trajectories

sadly it became apparent

that the most minute errors in my swing

caused huge differences in the ball flight

I became very frustrated

I had to make a big decision

should I spend the rest of my life

trying to master this crazy game

or do I accept that I never will

at the end of that summer

I put away my clubs

I have never played golf since

over fifty years later I have no regrets