Death of a Boxer

Tom Dylan


Notice of absence from Tom Dylan
Sorry if there is a delay in responses. Sometimes life gets in the way. As John Lennon said, life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans.

Gone too soon,

taken by a knock-out blow

no-one saw coming.

Champion and hero in the ring,

and on the rainy Northern streets.

Today those pavements

he would run down, 

shadow-boxing, 

taking on the world

and winning,

for himself 

and for us all,

champion and man of the people,

those pavements are lined with mourners

dressed in black and the sky blue

of his beloved football team.

They applaud with tears in their eyes,

and chant his name 

one last time.

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  • orchidee

    I can't see any sense in it, even if it's in the name of 'sport' - two men, or two women, punching each other! Doh! Sounds nuttier than my adventures with Fido. lol. Yet sad when it comes to this, as in your fine poem.

    • Tom Dylan

      Thanks, Orchi. Appreciate your comments.

    • sorenbarrett

      A scene from Rocky comes to mind with this one. A sad write.

      • Tom Dylan

        Thanks for your comments, Soren. Really appreciated.

        • sorenbarrett

          You are most welcome

        • Paul Bell

          Sad way to go for the champ.
          Once again, it highlights the mental health out there and the lack of support given.
          Sadly, we can't see inside people heads.

          • Tom Dylan

            Thanks for your comments, Paul. Really appreciated.

          • Doggerel Dave

            Never quite understood the game , nor the pseudo mysticism surrounding it.
            Nevertheless Tom, you have managed with economy to sketch the feel of the attitudes which keep it going.
            PS: Wot about MMA?

            • Tom Dylan

              Thanks a lot for your comments, mate.:-D

            • Tristan Robert Lange

              My friend, I’ve seen moments like that…when a community gathers, applause mixed with tears. You caught that strange mix of pride and pain beautifully. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

              • Tom Dylan

                Pride and pain, that is exactly it. Thanks for your comments. Really appreciated, mate.

                • Tristan Robert Lange

                  You are most welcome, my friend!

                • drniran

                  Boxer from the football team
                  Mourner from the distant beam



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