Dear Roger...

Like the maiden drops of morning dew,

You brought joy like no other.

Memories worth a lifetime, yet still anew,

The world was a better place when you played brother.

 

You mesmerized us with those silky slices,

You won us over with that majestic touch.

Your forehand was divine, like an adaptation from god's own playbook,

The way you played felt surreal and incredible much.

 

When the journey began around the turn of the century,

You seemed raw and unpolished, like an uncut gold.

Yet with sheer will and dedication,

It took you no time to rule the new and old.

 

Like a gladiator on the battlefield,

You rose above the equals.

Your armour was shiny, your grandeur unparalleled,

They all came for your crown yet left as vanquished mortals.

 

But the journey felt dreamy, almost too perfect,

And no journey is ever without bumps.

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y came along a pair of young knights,

To challenge your kingdom and cometh trumps.

 

Yet you stood tall, fighting shoulder to shoulder,

Together the three of you brought even more awe and wonder.

From rivals to friends, the greatness was shared,

An era of tennis, simply uncompared.

 

But all good things must come to an end,

No matter how much you may want them to extend.

With friends and rivals cheering alike,

We marvelled in awe as you orchestrated your last strike.

 

As you called it a day,

It was so hard to keep the emotions at bay.

Through your triumphs and despairs, we lived life to the full,

Shedding tears never felt more meaningful.

 

Oh Roger, as you finally leave the stage,

Your memories will never cease to amaze.

For you were the prince, the king and the mightiest,

In the pantheon of greats, your star will shine the brightest.