The Fighter Poem by Barry Middleton
The Fighter
old fighters know
leaving home
with huge ambition
trading lonely doubt
for hope and dreams
too often battered
deceit and schemes
the feints and fades
we might have made
till the final bell
defeat whispers
from the corners
we long for home
with no way back
to carry our pride
in the final round
we find no comfort
in our battle scars
bruised and bloody
beneath the stars
of a humble birth
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