Poetry For Patrick:

 
"Our Picture Perfect Patrick" - by me (Leta) on 11/09/99


The game of tennis had been changed for the better,
With the addition of Patrick, truly a go-getter!
His stroke form, without question, is utter perfection,
His great shots produced by flawless racquet connection,
He keeps opponents on their toes with the serve and volley tactic,
While some other pros rely on that boring baseline static,
Donating much of his earnings to charity, Pat surely has a good heart,
For his fans' sake, we hope from this lovely game he will never part,
Even his nickname, "Skunky", is appealing, and he modeled in GQ,
I'd do anything to be in Bugs Bunny, me as the cat and Pat as Le Peu,
With a serious, equally gorgeous girlfriend, Patrick is obviously taken,
But with creative minds like mine, there's still tons of fantasies to be makin',
Growing a beard or wearing zinc, Pat tried to avoid looking foxy, it would seem,
But let's face it, Rafter, those efforts are futile when you see every gal beam,
With pure delight and admiration for a tennis warrior and a living work of art,
Who brings magic to our lives on the tennis courts and in our hearts,
Every spectator that appreciates his dedication,
Frequently is awarded with many reasons for celebration,
Sampras may be talented, but he's never captured a complete grand-slam,
As formidably as Pat plays now on all surfaces, I believe Rafter can,
Be the first man in ages to recapture this forgotten feat,
And proving he is the
BEST be it on clay or plain concrete!
Best wishes, dear Skunky, in whatever path life directs you to,
And for all the smiles, the admirable gestures, and great matches, I must
THANK YOU!!!

 

"Comes the Dawn" - poet anonymous

After awhile you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't mean security.
And you learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents don't mean promises...
And you begin to accept your defeats with your head held high and your eyes open, with the grace of a man/woman, and not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's roads are too uncertain for plans.
And futures have a way of falling down in midflight.
After awhile you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul.
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you the flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure....
That you really do have worth...
And you learn and learn...
With every goodbye you learn....
And with every new tomorrow...
Comes the Dawn.

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