Alan L. Winters
ODE TO PING AND PONG
‘Tis sad I say with regret,
‘Tis sad I say but true.
The time hath come on winter winds
That I’m bounced again from you.
The yetis strike yet once again
To foil a poet’s lines of rhyme.
But now within this quiet night,
I know not for how long,
I await the rising of the sun
And watch the silent battle
Ceaseless ‘tween my ping and pong.
©Copyright January 8, 2007 by Alan L. Winters
Author’s Note: My Yahoo Club email is bouncing…