Muhammad Ali Poem by Bill Wright

He was not coy this Man of Steel.
He knew he was bound for glory
His fists told their own story
The people called him Cassius Clay
At least they did in the early days

He believed, knew what to do
Pretty soon they all did too
He fought against the strongest men
"Whupped" them all, time and again

In Rome's fair city he won the gold
The start for a man who broke the mould
He also tried his hand with words
Though some folks thought his poems absurd
"Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
The hands can't hit what the eyes can't see"

He took them on and knocked them down
Beating them all, round after round
Muhammad Ali was the name he took
Writing whole new chapters in the record book
In 2016 he finally passed away
The Greatest boxer of his day.