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The Fighter

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The Fighter

For most of his 
Bumming around days
He was lost 
In dead end jobs
Once in the gym
He became a silhouette of youth
Weaving like a cobra
Learning how to hook
Footwork and poise
A moving target
Possessing  speed
And brutal power
To connect
Flesh and bone.

All his life
He searched for what was missing
His dream
Was to be champion
Years of solitary training
Was the price he gladly paid.

The ring waited
Knowing that he lived for the moment
When all was a blur
Of sudden activity
Moving shadows
And the roar of the crowd.
Years go by
Another decade
Another time
The city moves on
In a singular rhythm all its own
For him
Time now stands still
In a quiet place
Of warm sunlight
Streaming through an open window
A place of
Old fight posters
And faded photographs.

He won a title
Had good times
Some laughs
Traveled with an entourage
Met the famous
Parties came and went
And so did his money.

Holding the yellowed clipping
The old thrill
He felt strong again
The bright lights were on 
The roar of the crowd
Was louder than he ever remembered
The smart money and the ladies were in front
All eyes on him
Bobbing and weaving in the empty gym
He stopped to catch his breathe
Raising his hands in triumph
He knew that in the bottom of his gut
No matter what anyone said or did
In the ring
He had fought and lived like a champion.

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