Basketball vs Poetry

"There is a basket.  And there is a ball.  I'm not quite sure if I can bring the two together, but, okay.  I like the concept and yes, it is quite a workout.  Still, baskets and balls are two different objects in my world.  It is frankly odd, that grown men with tattoos and muscles make millions delivering a ball into a basket while I toil away in obscurity writing the most clever of sonnets, poems and essays.  Perhaps my time has past.  Perhaps a thinking man's time has past. Perhaps that has always been the gentleman's fate.  Indeed, perhaps I long for a past and a future that has never been.  Perhaps I should just, as they say, "get with it."  Perhaps I should stop saying "perhaps."