Tennis Player - Poem by Vera Sidhwa
Tennis player, what do you see?
You see a tennis ball coming at me.
My fast reaction causes alacrity,
On your side you're afraid of me.
For I play tennis at ease.
For you I don't won't to appease.
It's a quick game requiring speed.
So hit back fast indeed.
I overstepped my line today.
I didn't much attention pay.
Did you like seeing my mistake?
No, you just education did partake.
What do you see?
I see a tennis ball aimed at me.
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