Poem by Jonathan Gordon 1977-2006
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.