Broken down, a man aging in appearance and spirit,
A lonely road is wandered by this wanting warrior.
His pain is out there, it is of the heart, love lives
In the ring,
The world does not need him, what he needs is no longer
Tears run down an old but regretting face, se him as
Loneliness is a prison of un wanting sorrow, his fight
Has an end.
Scars of yesterdays blood are a reminder to a once
The only thing of value left for a man is one final
He is the wrestler, battles within him are now done,
He walks in the sand, He sees the sinking sun, his day
Is almost done.
He struggles to the ropes as he rises one more time
Through the pain,
A tear, a smile, through the air, fade to black,
He is the wrestler.
Thanks for reading.
On Thu, Jan 14, 2021 at 7:56 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote: