Against the Odds

On and on I go

Busted knuckles so sore

Ever facing my foe

Always asking for more

One, two, starting to get hazy

Three, four, got to get back up

Up again, the hits get lazy

The bell rings, I drink from my cup

Break is over, time to start

We face each other once again

Left and right I swing, thus played my part

They hit the floor, the counter gets to ten

The deed is done 

I have won

To see this through, just a few

I look up and see the son

Leave the stage, as per my cue