The Last Stand
One night I had a dream. I heard a blood curdling scream.
It was death approaching me....
Thirty-two years I've escaped the clutches of death
I'm exhausted and out of breath
It's time to straighten my tie and man up!
Slip on these boxing gloves and stand up!
"Ding, Ding" is the sound of the bell
I was determined to fight my way out of hell!
The Grim-reaper dances around the ring.
Blow after blow my body and face feel the sting.
His fists never miss, he's lightening fast.
By the end of this fight I'll be dead or in a body cast!
He bobs and weaves trying to avoid me,
And just like Muhammad Ali -
"Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee!"
Taking me further into Death Valley!
My back is against the ropes.
I begin to doubt and give up hope.
I took a hit, my eye split, and I tumbled like an acrobat!
With a splat, my back hit the mat!
I lost consciousness, but could hear voices all around me.
This erie voice hissed, "Join us in hell for eternity!"
I felt my chest jolt and life flowed through my spine.
I opened my eyes immediately felt like a new man.
To my surprise I had survived The Last Stand!!
*For Rambling Poets contest "I dreamed...."
* I chose "Death" - truly enjoyed
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