The Boxer

The Boxer

A Poem by Jayden Ireton

I remember.

I remember those times so well.

Well I remember them a little.

Each punch I threw could end a career.

Each punch thrown at me left a mark

I cannot see, I can hardly hear.

The ringing never stops,

The memory sometimes disappears.

I tremble all the time, I can hardly sleep.

Life is hard when they said it would be easy.

The money was supposed to give me my dreams.

All it does is go to medical bills.

Each punch ruined me, I do not live

But I do not die.

© 2013 Jayden Ireton


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wow, there's no way you couldn't avoid the punch , its sad , you know spending you entire life fighting suddenly you are forgotten because your time is over.Nicely written

Posted 11 Years Ago


That's what happens when you stay in the ring too long.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jayden Ireton

11 Years Ago

That is right. I am hearing so many horror stories about retired boxers and football players. It is .. read more
Marie

11 Years Ago

If you have time and are so incline check out my story "Timing". It has a little more upbeat take on.. read more
Jayden Ireton

11 Years Ago

Ok I will go read it.

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Added on May 5, 2013
Last Updated on May 5, 2013
Tags: boxing, boxer, memory, pain, money, hurt