A fighter doesn't need a scrapbook
Or his trophies or ribbons in a trophy-case,
All that he needs is a mirror upon a wall to look
Then he will remember his every fight, by the scars on his face.
That scar that sits underneath his left eye
He remembers it from a fight in Pittsburgh very well,
His broken nose it happened to him in Cincinnati
That fight for him, it was hell.
Then there is that scar that lies underneath his jaw
And the scar on his forehead that won't disappear,
When he fought a heavy hitting Indiana southpaw
And his years of fighting in California, gave him that cauliflower ear.
Then there are his bruises and the strains
And of course his fractured ribs and his busted hand,
And his back and his elbow sprains
But, then those aches only a fighter could truly understand.
That scar on his left cheek was from a battle in Kentucky
That occurred from a championship fight,
When he was feeling cocky and also very lucky
He should have never weaved and bobbed to his right.
The scar that he wears on his right cheek
It happened from a slug-fest that he once had in Tennessee,
He had worried to much about his strength and not technique
That fight, was stopped by the referee.
A fighter doesn't need a scrapbook for his fights to recall
Or the many times his hands his coach did wrap,
All that he needs to do is to look upon the mirror on any wall;
A fighter's face, is a fighters only true roadmap.
Randy L. McClave
wonderful write, shadow boxing, the quick who retired at the peak of their skills, avoided a lot of scares; some scare up easy while some heal fast; but scares are a weakness in boxing, the target reopenning advantage, nice write
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I would like to translate this poem
What about a trapshooting shotgun?
never mind ignore this one, I put this on the wrong poem