Each golf season, at least for me, has begun with hopes and expectations of improvement. By the time a season ends, a keen mind can recall a few instances when improvement was evident. A compassionate mind will overlook other cases where expectations were dashed by inelegant play.
Yet perfection is the hope of many golfers. For me the idea of “perfect golf” and the true enjoyment of the game are antithetical. I tried to explain this viewpoint in the following poem.
Perfect Golf
If,
in every game all greens were hit
and each was then one putted
would golf as a game
still be the same
its mystery all but gutted?
Errorless play may be the goal
but when you come down to it
to play the best
would end the test
so . . .
would you want to do it?
Leon S White, PhD
Golf Course of Rhymes 
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