Sparring With Pain
Sparring With Pain
Written: by Tom Wright
10-21-2016
Entering each day’s fight I’ve total disdain,
The fighter I face uses the moniker, pain,
I hook and jab endeavoring to stay on top.
His presence I may slow but rarely can stop.
I’ve tried to drug him but that didn’t work,
So I’ve reached a conclusion that’s quite sage.
It hasn’t been ring savvy, grit, or footwork,
Pain unmasked revealed my true foe was Age.
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