Poem by Jonathan Gordon
1977-2006
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The Fight Through the ropes and in the corner I stand. My team below me, awaits the painful command Too afraid to review my opponent, I hide behind my glove In case he's like Goliath, towering up above. But then I go searching, deep, deep inside. And this is where I find it, my power and pride. Afraid no more, I have him in sight An ugly looking fellow, with a nasty bite. I'm sure it's a conspiracy, this enemy of mine Picking on the young and the old all the time This fight reels like a fix, but whether I win or whether I lose My tactics won't change, as I don't get to choose All I know is the sound of the bell, It's my personal battle and I'll unleash hell. |