Too Old For This
A tangled view, with fighting inclination
Bloodshot eyes cut through, so they can see
Once a champ with hopes of a big comeback
A title fight is where he wants to be
Fists of fury, though slowed down since youth
A pension he will have, if not a prize
A wheelchair awaits the aged legs of the fighter
If all permits, by round three he doesn’t die
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