The Invisible Boxer

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

the aging boxer

The Invisible Man

 

He sits alone drinking a cup of tea

Surrounded by people though they don’t see.

He listens to the conversations without making a sound,

Words of advice can not be found.

 

He once was a man who stood in the lights;

He shined and shimmered before his fights.

He used to walk with style and grace,

A beautiful smile and a handsome face.

 

Those days are over and his looks aren’t the same.

He is old now and has lost all his fame.

Wrinkles now cover him from head to toe.

His hands shake and he walks real slow.

 

Those who knew him tend to write their own story,

A story of the man without all the glory.

Time has taken its toll on the man.

His pictures are all old now and he no longer has fans.

 

His feelings, emotions, his intelligence denied,

He is lonely and all he has left is his pride.

He is human; he hurts like we do,

But know one would know because know one cares to.

 

by Rick Culler


Submitted: April 26, 2012

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Samrwcox1984

Brilliant. Any old ex-pug could relate to that.

Tue, March 5th, 2013 4:59pm

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