Once there was speed
In legs and fists
Talk of a future
Greater things.
So many punches ago
Cuts and stitches
Swollen knuckles
Future wishes.
The carnival sideshow
Boxing booth
Last three rounds
In brutal truth
The young, the strong
Pride at stake
Pay their money
A name to make.
A body that winces
At each blow
Been there before
Headshots show
A slurred and mumbling
Tremored voice
At 50 years old
He has no choice.
Its eating money
A few beers to follow
Take the blows
And pain that hollows
How many more years
Of being able to take
Young mens fists
His brain to shake.
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Comments2
In the literal memory loss and Parkinson's disease in the metaphorical more serious still. A wonderful write with great short lines like punches and careful wording delivering each blow
very kind of you, thanks
A vivid tale as well as a metaphorical treatise in the circus of life, taking blows but always a sideshow… how much is the value of a life where life is meant to be of highest value!?
very true, thanking you
You’re welcome 🙏🏻🕊
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