Dodge Ball
When we were kids
We played a game
Called dodge ball
You know
The one where someone would stand across from you
And try and hit you
With a big rubber ball
If they hit you
You were out
And you had to go stand on the sidelines
Until the next game began
Grown ups seem to play the same game
But it’s a little trickier
Because it’s not a big rubber ball being whipped around
But rather an emotional tidal wave
And dodging the wave
Can be a game in itself
Full of intrigue and subplots
With designs of a life and things to come
When expertly played
Dodge ball – the adult version
Can be fulfilling or frustrating
Glorious or empty
And the players know the rules
Unless the rules are changed
In the middle of the game
Which is fully expected - of course
In dodge ball – the adult version
The smarter sex makes the rules
And we just follow
Trying not to be wiped out by the wave