Jan Oskar Hansen Poet Dramatic Verse

The Boxer

The Boxer  
 
  

  He had the saddest eyes I have ever seen
  hands trembled like a drunkard`s
  after a fortnight's  bender but a dipsomaniac 
  can always have another drink
 Ali could not Parkinson`s disease saw to that
 This poet of the ring a victim of success 
 egged on too long, just another fight my love
 Honours and medal they bestowed him 
 it came too late his voice was but a whisper
 In the glade butterflies fly as he once did
 but not as fast as Mohammed Ali.

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John Fleming June 5, 2016 at 2:39 PM The ring is the loneliest place in all of the whole wide world. There is no hiding...No respite...No escape. It is where a man finds questions he otherwise might not think to ask. Muhammad Ali...A credit to his race - The human race! Heaven is blessed tonight - For the greatest amongst us has returned home!! God bless and protect you...Muhammad Ali. John Harold Fleming.