In the arena of courts where echoes entwine,
Where paddles danced and the scoreboard shined,
A titan arose, with skills so divine,
Ben Johns, a maestro, leaving all behind.
With each flick of the wrist, magic took flight,
He turned the mundane into brilliance and might,
Fans roared in delight, as he conquered the game,
A champion’s heart, aflame with pure fame.
But whispers of silence now fill the air,
An unexpected void, a collective despair,
With no words to cradle the reasons he parted,
His absence looms heavy, the sport feels half-hearted.
Social feeds tremble with questions untold,
What led him to step back from the fierce and the bold?
An enigma wrapped in the silence of night,
A legend’s retreat, leaving shadows of light.
The nets sway like pendulums, time slows to a crawl,
Fans recall the moments, each triumph, each fall,
But amid mixed emotions, one truth remains clear,
He captivated hearts, instilled passion and cheer.
A champion departed, yet his spirit will soar,
In echoes of laughter, in games played once more,
Though the courts may feel empty without his grand reign,
Ben Johns will forever, in memory, remain.
So we stand, united, in awe and respect,
For the paths we create, for the journeys we trek,
In the tapestry woven of joy and of pain,
His legacy beckons, like sunlight through rain.
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