Tennis in the park

When we were young

we played

tennis in the park.

We ran and huffed

and fancied

our abilities.

We competed

taking

each shot with great skill.

Now time has passed

and still we play

tennis in the park.

Our bodies slow

yet still we try

to serve and volley.

Sweat soaks our shirts

and secretly

we curse our lost youth.

The day'll soon come

when no longer we'll play

tennis in the park.

Gray hair halts us.

Our racquets put away

sneakers on hooks.

Instead we'll sit

fondly talking of when

we used to play

tennis in the park.

-SGR