The Ball Is In Your Court Poem by Bradley Lester

We play the tennis match, the scorching sun beats down
The score is almost level, with tiresome slams we play
The anger starts to boil, we pause no longer hit
The ball is in your court you say, choose dont plan my day

The ball is in my court, I pick it up with fear
Should I hit it back, or should I throw it down
The ball is in your court you say, the sentence is repeated
I hit it back with meaning, the look you give, the frown

We struggle as the sets go by, pause and take a break
My arm is getting sore now, you seem to look just fine
The sun is waving laughter, the game is getting tough
The ball is in your court I hear, it's just a matter of time

I'm at the point of cracking, I hit that damn green ball
You miss the shot I cheer, you find the ball and turn
Your anger I can sense, you slam it back to me
The ball is in your court again, your voice I hear so stern

Oh damn these words of play, why do you have this doubt
You need to trust me soon, and know that I do care
I hear those words again, this is the final straw
Stop saying them I say, I look you feel the stare