Hard hit squash ball bounces back furthest,
ricocheting like bullet, but not one torn by hit,
logic is strengthen chain based on link weakest,
what magic makes human chain wean unfit;
yet me unfit, tear self and the likes, if you’d fly,
you can’t, shedding us, the lightest, the feathers,
say you try as we cry, truly shy us, you milk dry,
we burden on land, yet flew you in all weathers;
if superman ideal, you’d end up with Robinson Crusoe,
weaning does it, that true hero too needed man Friday,
if question of fittest, why omit characters of Mario Puzo,
squash ethic balls framing borders that suit your fray;
try golfing the tiniest balls across holes to destination,
crossing sand, water, slopes guiding balls to find groove,
ye cause innocent balls missed to win others’ limitation,
say not for me but prep for day you need me to even move;
any sport need us pliant balls, use or discard but with respect,
for like blazing sun and stars, even speck of sand has its aspect.
Solitary Wanderer 