Ping-Pong
Your friend called it Ping-Pong
He said “It’s not an easy
One on One Game”
The feelings are fragile
The sporting’s insane
The A-Team is powerful
They follow every rule
It plays with the B-Team
In an attitude so cruel
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Your friend into games
Gave each emmotional serve
With power in the mind
With heart gripping nerve
In this Pushmi-Pullyu seduction
You fatigue out way too soon
The wanting to forever tire
Becomes another fading moon
Looking for your winner
That successor to that dream
Getting past the devastation
To an easy simple defeat
Was it Ping-Pong
On your scorecard
Is it playing
For your life
In this rally
Of the genders
Walks the man
Who walks your wife
In all these Endless Summers
Stretched out in all the truth
Back and forth across that table
Went your experience of youth
In your grip, loosen the paddle
In your heart, argue the mind
In looking for no losers
Then no losers you will find
No Losers you will find
This Ping-Pong life of mine
No Losers you will find.
K. Stofer Smith
Rag Content
Page 113 / Fall 1983
