Punch Drunk

Written by: ahellas Alixopulos

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.