it was like being a boxer
facing two opponents
you would face blow after blow
being knocked to the matt
and you'd just keep getting back up
because that's what you do
you fight against all odds
just keep going till the bell rings
then you rest, regather, think
until the next round
bell rings and you get beat again
not being beaten just getting angry
like in Rocky
fight to the end, take each hit
just keep going, no matter how hard it gets
fight through blood and tears
fight when your will is fading
keep fighting through
come the final round
there you are
still standing, strong
bruised, tired but alive
we are all born to survive
Matthew, such an inspiring write..........10++++++++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very well penned poem, thank you for sharing Matthew
thanks this was a quick poem that inspiration wrote on a roll