Life is nothing, save a game of tennis.
Volleying, serving, take what you give
     and give what you take
		with a twist.
		   the twist that can mean life
          or death
             in its own little world.
The net stops, and serves as base
    for the extrapolation of the race.
A little spin can throw the partner
   into orbit through the caricature
      of life, the universe, and everything.
One bad move, and all is lost -
   the big, the serve, can be repaired,
but 40-love, none is spared
maybe deuce, and hope ensues -
	your ad, my ad, the constant struggle -
overcome, only to start again -