Analysis of Table tennis part 1

Introduced to a sport
Watching from the aisles
All time greats
Accomplished great feats

Wanting to emulate
Dreams to translate
Started to play
Future in front lay

National Champion the coach
Thought the basics and approach
Attended the sessions
The road to hell
Is paved with good intentions

Enrolled at the club
In the local neighborhood
Coaching sessions complimented
With hours long practice sessions

Involved as a player
8 years at a stretch
Never let a day pass
Practice or coaching class
Without my attendance marked
Interest in the Sport
Gave me that record

Coach a legend
Of the older generation
Had a lot to offer
In the form of orientation

Practice at the club
Simultaneously with the help
Fellow players of the same caliber
Were mentally made of the same fiber

The sport was booming
In the school I was studying
The Vice Principal was coaching
A great team was in the making

Upset that I was training
Rejecting the mentoring
That he was offering
In spite of me undergoing my schooling
Began the process of sidelining

Did the scoring
Entire week with rounds progressing
Unaware that it was degrading
By the best Umpire award rewarding
My career as a player was near ending

Played every tournament progress non existent
Game remained stagnant
Winning one round extravagant

Years in circuit
No results to show
Loss in the 1st round
Became a rule of the thumb

Every loss confidence reduced
The very thing I hoped the game induced
Years later left me confused
Season after season
No results produced

Learning and practice
Always remained a novice
Loosing matches a practice
After the loss
Getting back home the only focus

A joke amongst players
Different clubs and layers
Beaten on the table
Reflected what I was capable

No excuse for Loosing
No one even suggesting
Rubbers & wood for changing
All alone left there hanging

Not able to win
Almost became a sin
Same results repeating
Got me thinking

Those who were playing
At my outcome laughing
Time to leave the shoes hanging
Where my thinking was heading

Blind without my glasses
Taking them away
Before my matches
Even after refree announces
Pleading with them
Made it torturous

No value added
Self only saddened
By what has happened
Even in dreams had not fathomed

In a dead end
Results remained consistent
Had shown no improvement
On the table faced the punishment

Hurt by the experience
That would last a lifetime
Said goodbye to the game
Life never remained same

Not naturally talented
Only to be made fun at
Work not giving results
Only thing to look forward
At the Seasons matches
Was being removed of my glasses

Attitude to win lacking
Skill totally not backing
Daily getting beaten
Why was I continuing

Time taken for a match
Less than time taken to travel
Nothing more insulting
Than the above statistic

Not suited for the game
Finally knowledge came
It's a game for winners
Not for a regular first round looser

Loving the game
Deeply and passionately
Playing the game
Daily and diligently
Lack of results
Put me in a quandary
Spent years hoping
The result would turn out differently
What did I do wrong
I ask myself daily