The child in me
Always follows
The tip-tap of the balls
In the playground
Or on the screen.
I enjoy the ball
And kick it with gusto
With gay abandon
In the grass fields.
Subdued by my opponents
One by one
I broke my leg
And become a fallen warrior.
And with a broken leg
My life continues
The excitement of a first surgery
The thrill of a fully healed leg.
With a recovering knee
I strive day and night
Balancing my work
And life.
And with a post injured leg
I compete for table tennis
Winning every round
Giving loves to my opponents.
The finals beckon the
Winner in me
And my legs support
My heart’s desire.
But too arduous
Are the ways of destiny
When I lose the sets
One by one.
I wish I was the winner
They call me a runner up
Maybe the next time
I will show off my trophy.