Born into a boxing ring,
no formal training or coach
Fight game governed by natural instinct to defend.
Round after Round after Round
one too many dealings from an upper hand.
Each blow; head spun back, stumble
Falling to the ground, Stars sparkling above.
Is it like a Fool, we stand after the knock out
Promise our return to re-enter the ring
aiming for a Win, for a World Title?
Or is it like a True Fighter,
Nowhere near ready to back down
until Victory fills our Breath?
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