I never saw you cry before - Tara Turner sings Tudor

I never saw you cry before I never saw you on the floor Only thing that I can say Don’t let a tennis game spoil your day Would an unbroken chain of years Snap and sink in a flood of tears? Lightening from a clear sky Or only a shower passing by? Doubles on Sundays, Singles on Mondays. The rest mere fiddle your thumb days No, wait, it’s wrong to put it thus Because you are away from us. Whatever, something terrible occurred Out of some theatre of the absurd And you were striding to the net Although the game was not over yet Putting your racquet in its bag on the floor Saying you wouldn’t play anymore You called it out when you knew it was in And that in tennis is a cardinal sin Lost for words we saw you leave us Accused of doing something grievous A friend turned into an adversary Now I’ve been put into purgatory Time long past to stop the yearning For the time when I wasn’t hard of hearing. And although it’s rather hard to tell I’m bothered by my sight as well. I know I don’t look like Mr Darcy But will she still come to my birthday party? Will I lose all my sense of fun When I become an octogenarian?