Tennis Ball Feet

I wonder how the tennis ball feels,
used for this
instead of the purpose for which it was made.

Is it a measure of character,
how well we step up to the task
we don’t feel is our true purpose?

And just how often is it,
in round numbers,
that we step up
and then find
our purpose
in the very task
we thought shouldn’t have come our way?

About Marilyn

Reading, thinking, listening, writing and talking about faith, creativity, ESL for refugees, grief and finding the story in a story. Student of Spanish. Foe of procrastination. Cheez-it fan. People person with hermit tendencies or vice-versa. Thank you so much for reading.
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