Fight Night

We had gathered 'round the radio, to listen to the fight A dispute ensued, punches thrown, a bloody fight Cigarette butts strewn across the floor, some stained in lipstick- red A broken ashtray by the door where some blood was shed. By an old typewriter something shiny lay A gold earring, lost in the fray It was a helluva fight, Max throwing lefts Joe countering with rights Not to mention our own lefts and rights But it was Max who wore the crown that night. Two years later I bought an airline ticket To see the much anticipated rematch I thought Schmeling would retain the crown But my hopes were dashed when Louis ended it in one A few years later the world was at war I found myself on a distant shore, fighting the Nazis ...... Blood and gore, horrors of war... Dead bodies strewn across the fields, stained in crimson red Broken dreams lay in gutters, where their blood was shed