Watching old men playing tennis,
Limbs held together with tape and
plaster, knee guards and arm straps; Cardiomonitors and Nike shoes worn
by the world’s top athletes.
Like pros, they smash their service,
their free hand clutching at the twinge in their hip or lower back.
“Good shot!” he shouts,
“Humph!” he answers,
“Aaagh!” they chorus. “Game set and match,” and off they shuffle in painful preservation of their manhood to the loving arms of their physiotherapist or chiropractor.