2018 - Nothing New Here

2018 - nothing new here He sits slumped in his corner weary, battered, bruised, but not beaten. He has survived, studied this craft, this art of living, these cycles of change. He has tasted the acrid, bitter sting of defeat, soft warmth of victory’s vanity, both fleeting plateaus. He sees through puffy eyes another adversary youthful, inexperienced, unblemished by struggle. He taps gloves, nods to this new opponent, knows that the object is not to defeat him, but to teach him, that victory is a feeble friend, defeat a melancholy mistress. The bell will ring, the ball will fall the crowd will roar the dance begin anew. John G. Lawless ©12/29/2017