We can’t go on like this
Living like two prizefighters
In this ring we call love
Locked in a clinch
Protecting ourselves at all times
Bobbing and weaving
Side slipping blows
A TKO of love
Just two contenders
No one remembers
(9/27/05)
Thanks, Sherrie. I guess a lot of us have been to parties like that.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great Richard, I read it to David. Nice piece, is it about him? ? Sandra