I Wouldn'T Take a Dive

I walk with a cane, disabled is how I've been rendered. My prizefighting career is over, I cannot be a contender. Even though some crooks insisted, I wouldn't take a dive. If the police hadn't come along, I wouldn't even be alive. Those criminals broke my ribs and shattered my knee caps. They were going to make damn certain that I took a dirt nap. I still have nightmares because of what happened to me. I refused to take that dive because of my integrity. Not being able to become a champion really hurts a lot. If you're wondering if I regret not taking that dive, I do not. I'm happy that those crooks are in jail, I'm not forgiving. And I'm extremely grateful to the police to be living. I can't fight anymore but I still have a whole lot to gain. I met a fighter and he's a man who I intend to train. Those crooks ended my career but they couldn't keep me down. I intend to make the best of my life while I am around. (This is a fictional poem.)