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Cinderella Man

He showed promise 

That's what they said

Never knocked out

Next in line for the big seat

He could take a hit and hit right back

Then the Depression hit hard

The money, the promise, gone in an instant

Injury after injury, loss after loss

He was beat up and beaten down

No more boxing

Third night in a row without dinner

Bills stacked up on the counter

Out of money, out of credit, out of milk

Power's shut off, kids are cold

Wife is tired and so is he

Working at the docks with a broken hand

When he's lucky

He comes home from a thankless day

Children gone, wife in tears

We couldn't keep them warm, she says

They were getting sick, so I sent them away

We couldn't even feed them, Jimmy

She cries and he can't handle it

So he leaves

He goes to an office, fills out a form, waits in line

A woman hands him money, but he can't look for the shame

He takes it anyway

He goes to his friends, his old bosses

Please, I just want my children back, he begs

He sacrifices all self respect, all dignity

What makes him a man, gone, for his children

They throw him some spare change

A true friend makes up the difference

His family back together, there is happiness

But, dear God, will he ever make it out of this hole

They come to him with a fight

A glimmer of hope: money

He fights, he wins, but he doesn't dream

At least he doesn't say

He says it was just one fight

But they come again with another matchup

He wins again 

And he doesn't stop winning

Until one day he's in that same spot

His shot at the big spot

And his opponent is mean,

A true killer of men

But he is stronger, tougher

He fights for the beat up, the broke down

He fights for those who have to beg

He fights for his family, for milk 

He fights for the very right to live and breathe

And he will not lose this fight

He will scratch, bite, claw his way

But he will not lose

And he doesn't 

And we won't

because losing isn't an option

because everything is riding on it

because suffering makes us stronger

because when life hits you hard, you don't fall down

You hit back

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Written by
will-justus
American
Published
Mar 3, 2013
Lines·Words
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Notes

Based on the movie Cinderella Man.

Tags
#depression#movie#poverty#boxing
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