I have long been in and out,
Of the boxing ring.
My kid leather gloves,
Have been starched and propped...
And on display as reminders.
The next time I am offended...
I use my mind instead.
Like a thunderbolt,
To get my point across.
And it works!
Leaving me to be at peace.
And still to be about my business.
The mind can be a fantastic tool to use.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem