Taking Lifes Punches Poem by Sam Edison

In the ring my opponent is the size of a globe
Plus he looking like he might take a bite of my ear lobe
He keeps landing punches that really should knock me out
But we been fighting since my birth infinite rounds in this bout
I try to duck out the way of his devastating blows
But its a little hard with a hole inside that constantly grows
Every now and then I land a jab or uppercut
Those are the days Im really up on my luck
On those days he can be gorgeous like a cool summer breeze
I feel like a champion when I have him down on his knees
Lately Ive been defensless but the 'Ref' wont stop the fight
My opponent is my life and the ref is the light