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About This Poem
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.
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