On those days when it feels
As though life has pummeled you
Beatin down in the center of the ring
Confused as to where to turn to
All you want is a neutral corner
A respite from the jeering crowd
To stand in the showers healing waters
And wash away life's painful shroud
To just lie back in benumbed reflection
Of how to entertain anothet round
As entering the ring is no longer viable
My mind is weak my heart is absent
The spring  gone on legs no longer reliable
But I eat my supper and gorge on media
Until sleep leads me to what dreams sleep brings
Then on wobbly legs I arise to meet the foe
Once the hands of time align and the hated bell rings.
Put em up