The final

The strength in fraillty encircles me now
shell thin as an egg, but takes many blows
tossed in the air, see Im taking my bow
just the first set, well we`ll see how it goes

I dip and I curve to cries and great gasps
 cut me with backspin just missing the net
whack me with topspin, in freedom i draught
in the dry, the warm, beats tennis you bet!

Olympics year, the grand final is on
 scores are equal, but a smash wins the game
its me and the bat to wave with the gong
short lived the spotlight, brief contact with fame

From my pale pallor no colour as such
but inside its warmth, I felt a slight blush