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Two Rounds

A Sharma

Thursday, May 26th, 2005

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 A haggard old boy,
been around the block,
fought from the streets,
to the majesty of grand stadiums,
My Da has confidence,
I only hope.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 I’m in the red corner.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The prize fighter from Milan,
equally experienced,
the current king of the ring,
the world awaits his expected triumph,.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 He’s in the white corner.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Bell rings.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Round 1.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Such a big stage,
so many people cheering me on,
but he punches first,
a heavy blow,
I’m reeling.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Get up, Get up,
they shout,
it’s o.k,
still plenty of time.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 I regain my composure,
but only for a bit,
I’ve forgotten how to fight,
and He doesn’t let up,
Keeps pounding and pounding,
but suddenly I think I’ve connected,
but the ref won’t have any of it,
and while I’m busy complaining,
he floors me,
I’m in pretty bad shape.

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 Need the bell,
need to last till the bell.

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 He has other ideas,
He now sees the kill,
and already 2 to the body,
the last to the head,
I collapse,
all hope looks lost,
can’t believe the sorry state I’m in,
my detractors gleeful witnesses,
worthless they call me,
my body floored,
the canvas now urging me to make a bed,
give up,
take the 10,
need the bell.

12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 It rings.

13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 My Da looks at me,
and calmly with nothing more than words,
he asks me to lift my chin,
get some pride back in ya lad,
fight!

14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 Bell rings.

15 Leave a comment on verse 15 0 Round 2.

16 Leave a comment on verse 16 0 Destiny is about to make a mockery of despair.

© A. Sharma (26th May 2005)

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