The Boxer(Poem)

Posted on May 16th, 2009 by admin, under Poetry.

The boxer is with his glove hand

His sure and steady

His eyes and consciously in the foreground

His reflections on the struggle and nothing more

But basically written on his face

Are the scars left by life, hard

And while a rogue guide delivered a hard battle –

This is the feeling of joy

His face was often paying

For a better opponent for the day

And if the heart beats of a lion

His body slammed the poor, tryin ‘given

And while the heart of a boxer

Only the smell of gloves now, it is not abhor

But still it is, blew eyes and blood in abundance

Not ready to lead, a boxer is war

As covered in rapid succession on his head is not beaten

But he knows only one way, and that the fight is

And although his poor body has long been

The spirit of the “Fighter” did not know such a thing!