Half as Old
A twenty-four year difference
In the ages at the match
Means the older of the players
Has some wisdom to dispatch.
After all, she is a champion,
With many trophies won,
Her opponent at a point
Where her career has just begun.
Yet a twenty year old body
Still has spring that hasn’t sprung
And an arm or two that hasn’t
At a million forehands swung.
So at Wimbledon today, Serena,
Though she tried her best,
Got the crowds to cheer her on
But ultimately, failed the test.
They say age is just a number,
Which sounds nice, but truth be told,
It’s too hard to be competing
With somebody half as old.
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