The Blessing of Ineptitude

I have a truly remarkable inability

to play good tennis, my favorite game.

How is this a blessing? You ask.

It leaves large room for improvement!

If I were Rafael Nadal, for example,

I’d be looking toward sustained decline.

But even as an octogenarian I

can reasonably hope to improve.

I’m on my way out the door this minute

to practice with my son’s ball machine.

Things are bound to look up!