By Tod Christensen
He remembered one last punch right at
the sound of the bell
His vision was blurry with his ears ringing as well
He staggered back to his corner on unsteady feet
Worried faces helping him back to the stool so he
could take a seat
The fight doctor was doing his best to patch him up
The referee came to have a look to see if he should end the fight abrupt
I’m fine the fighter would shout
At least he thought he did, but honestly he didn’t know if any sound came out
He had 60 seconds to decide what to do
But in his heart he had already decided and already knew
His whole life it seemed like he had to fight,
A constant struggle between doing what was wrong or what was right
Somewhere along the line someone came into his life
And actually cared for him and tried to help him through his strife
Taught him how to be not just another guy but a man
And no matter how hard, to choose the right path every chance
he had
Time was almost up and the decision had to be made
And with every decision there is always a price to be paid
So he searched deep inside and what he looked for
he found
And with clear eyes stood up and said,
one more round
