Punch Drunk

I remember how it was, the first time I got into the ring, with a more experienced boxer, I hadn't a clue, of what to do. Pummeled from one side to the other,I took the loss, licked my wounds and understood where I went wrong. With a few simple moves, slip a punch here, counter there, I was beaten occasionally but never badly and I understood clearly the reasons when I lost. In the ring of life and emotions, I am continually sucker punched, the original rope a dope, half the time on my back, I never see it coming. I keep climbing back in without a clue of what to do.