A Skinny Boxer In His Late Fifties Still Fights In The Life-Ring Poem by nimal dunuhinga
A Skinny Boxer In His Late Fifties Still Fights In The Life-Ring
What's that heavy burden lies on his troubled head?
The featherweight innocent; How long does he carries that much?
Dear Champion brother! Relax yourself and please do not punch him harder,
As his fragile skeleton would be scattered.
* Once I dreamed to be a Boxer,
But the mysterious hand pushed me to be a constant Runner.
A humble dedication to my sick friend Jerry for his immediate recovery.
Well, perhaps not 'skinny' (though and eight your operation and eight weeks of hospital food helped Jerry to lose 11 kilos) , but certainly slimmer and more fragile. Thank you so much for this wonderful poem of support and understanding for this brave fighter. Jerry and I thank you humbly for your warm words. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
There is great satisfaction to be gained by fighting on no matter what the odds. I am sure that Jerry appreciates your kind concern. Warm regards, Sandra
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4/29/2024 5:55:53 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A fine dedication Nimal, bless you. Warmly, Jerry