When does the
champ know that
he doesn’t have
It anymore?
Is it after that
first loss to a
bum he should
have knocked out in
the second round?
Is it when his body
doesn't do what
his mind tells it
to do?
His punches are
slow.
His legs are
weak.
He once was one
of the greatest.
Iron Mike, they
called him.
He loses to an
overhyped cute
boy with little skills,
and blonde curls.
It was brutal to watch.
He was king of
the jungle in those
early Brooklyn days.
Old lions don’t just
wander off and die
alone.
They get killed and
eaten by
younger lions.
After this charade,
I hope the champ
hangs up his
gloves for good.
- Author: Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 21st, 2024 14:44
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Comments4
More than a fighter a metaphor we are all fighters. When should we give up? When do we acknowledge that we are no longer what we used to be? Maybe it is when we learned that we never were as great as we thought. Most lovely poem
Thanks.
Good write Thomas, some just go on for too long.
Andy
Thank you.
lol I believe he earned 6 million just for being in the ring, a bum with cash 🤣 I couldn't agree more though it's like seeing the death of a hero. 🌹
Yes. Thank you, sweet Teddy.
I am sure there is a message here for all champs, would be champs and those who in all probability will eventually lose their crown .. in fact for everyone ..
I watched the match but then, who didn't .. and it made me want to cry .. Neville
I agree. It was sad. Thank you, brother. Keep the ink flowing.
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