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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.
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.
Published 5th Jun 2016
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5th Jun 2016 2:28pm
I actually felt like a real boxer while reading this! Alone in the gym on a dark night! I pictured myself shadow boxing! Excellent pen my friend! :)
5th Jun 2016 5:42pm
