Boxing Poem by Jared Bradford

What worries me to death
Is what I'm growing into
Survived Round 1
Starting Round 2

Life's a lot like boxing
Giving hits, taking blows
You can't control your enemies
So whatever goes, goes

You can get beat down
Many times, never specific amount
Some get back ups & in
Some stay down for the count

Life's a series of rounds
To which you're bound
Someday you'll be found
But you have to make sound

Don't go through quiet
Get up, cause a riot
You'll gain your confidence
Or lose your consciousness