Tennis Poem by Stephen Brian Brady

Tennis



consenting adults
stand face to face

is it so pointless

so with utmost good-taste
oh how soon it occurred
'twas served from above
along came that word
and love's heaped on love

to give and receive
it causes less pain
and nought has no place
when it's only a game

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Stephen Brian Brady

Stephen Brian Brady

Lancashire England
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