Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

Softly, She Lobbed the Serve 'Cross My Heart

  
     Softly, she lobbed the serve across my heart
         it fell harmlessly on my arm
      Intended not to tear me apart
         only a harbinger of harm  

     Her game gained traction soon enough
        darts and arrows whizzing ‘cross the net
     Stung my forehead where I once was tough
        her ringing accusations captured the first set

     My counsel – my coach – gave me his advice
        not to fight fire with fire, which never works
     He’d seen it fail not once, but twice
        wouldn’t let me look like a jerk… 

     Alas and alack, to no avail, as a forehand smash
        won her the trophy, the kids, and all my cash

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sara Etgen-Baker February 3, 2026 at 4:21 PM what a delightful read, Gershon. The ending left me pondering :-)

Robert Sidwell February 2, 2026 at 2:00 PM I have been gone for a while, but I see your poems are still as fun to read and as clever as ever. Fantastic write!

John Lawless February 2, 2026 at 12:16 PM and yet, it seems you still came out the winner....

Mike Gentile February 2, 2026 at 8:35 AM I am reading divorce here GW! I love interpretation! So cleverly metaphor(ed) ! You are a mastermind!!! Happy Monday!!

Sara Kendrick February 2, 2026 at 5:20 AM Now I am wondering if some other man won another's man or did the man win the trophy wife who now has won all in a divorce settlement. I enjoyed reading your work. Yes, a person should be careful about choosing a lifetime mate because that is such a big decision. Sara K