Myths Poem by Daniel Bowyer

A man
A myth
A legend?

All the events, tragedys and episodes of my life, beyond my testaments can neither be proved or dissproved. When I am gone, some people shall know me an the rough unlicensed boxer with a criminal record and a criminal outlook on life. Some will know me as a quite, polite boy who never did them any harm. Some will love me whatever they know. Legends are normally enhanced or exageratted as they are passed down, who knows what I will become, the lowest, the lonliest or immortal?

Like King Arthur.... Did he even exist, to what extent is his legend real? Yet people still tell his tales and spread his legacy as false as it may be. Not just the starry eyed story fantasists but even the experts cannot prove or disprove his existance, maybe the folk legend is enough. Maybe it will be enough for me?

I did exist, the birth cetificate is there inprint, my name on the databases and my death certificate is there in black and white. Its the part inbetween that will form my legacy. So the men who were there those nights I shone in glorys night will tell storys in East End pubs about the greatest charmer boy unlicensed fighter they ever saw. Women will tell storys of the enigmatic lover and family will tell storys of a little boy who went off the rails but always had time, love and respect for his relative.

Whatever I become after death I shall is better than what I became in life.