Finish without a Fuss

You see the world through salty eyes,
The weight of it all heavy on your brow
With sweat that stains and sustains your flesh,
You soak it up without a fuss.
The sun will always shine through here
The start of rallies end to end,
Tosses teeming low will haunt your heart,
Your back will fear the baseline’s hand.
While in the troughs you’ll find the strength,
A whistling rocket buried deep away
The running forehand collapsing in place,
Riling a world submerged in pride.

Parting Points: Song for Friday-Tony Rich Project “Missin’ You”