The Mystery Of Life Poem by Pen Anthony

I think about my life
My struggles
The huddles along the way
How some had me on my knees
Sometimes life did feel
Like a boxing match
I had no one in my corner
'cept for the voices in my head.
A few blows and the voices went mute
I was alone
I kept fighting for
There was no one to dissapoint if i lost
Through that onto the part
Where life does feel like golf
It does look easy
but no clue how it's played