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.

Author’s Note: My Yahoo Club email is bouncing…