Title Fight
He’s half way through the twelfth; of a fifteen round fight;
Larger then life dropped him a couple of times; he took a nine count.
The ref gave him a standing eight also; but he’s up and throwing hooks.
His opponent has a look of concern; because he just won’t stay down.
Soon respect comes in; and what ever happens it’s one for the books.
Living, for him has been a battle of one kind or another; and life is no joke.
At least right now there are rules; like no kicking when you’re down.
He’s never had it in him to kick someone; not when they’re down or standing.
It’s not fighting its boxing; that’s what you have to do if you want to live.
He’ll bob- weave and throw combinations; and leave it to the judges to decide.
This is brutal you say; but are you seeing something in-between rounds?
You ever have to go a few rounds with; disease, sickness, poverty?
Brutal isn’t it; do you think it’s any worse than this portrayal?
He’s well beyond his years but he’s still standing; and holding his own.
A boxer in the ring of life; he must be defeated because he will not lie down.
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