Down For the Count

A boxer in the ring may think He’s getting all the breaks; Then bam! he’s down, for just like that, One punch is all it takes. I know exactly how he feels For suddenly, today, Whatever energy I had Quite quickly drained away. It happened as I headed home From taking in a movie. The walk was twenty-seven blocks, But I was feeling groovy. The last few streets seemed very long And man, I sure was sweating. I hoped that it was not the flu That somehow I was getting. I made it home and hit the couch And fell into a sleep; My dinner plans for later on I knew I couldn’t keep. Whatever hit me, from left field, Was surely tantamount To reeling from a punch that sent me Flat out for the count.