Respectfullness

An emulation of the poem, “The Consolation” by Anne Bront

Playing professional ping pong was my dream

I practiced with my vision being priority

My palms sweat as I tried out for the team

My competitors showed much superiority

I gave them a run for their money

But the outcome was always crummy

One exhibited mastery with their smashes

And one’s bicep was their ace

But one’s muscle tear left many mismatches 

And much hope on my face

My backhand a specialty

I was sharp and eagle-eyed

Agility as my main upper hand

Beating an injured ruined my mentality

I purposely lost and upheld my pride 

Dignity beats winning in this ping pong land