THE WRESTLER


 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 
 There.
 Tears run down an old but regretting face, se him as 
 He searches,

 Loneliness is a prison of un wanting sorrow, his fight 
 Has an end.

 Scars of yesterdays blood  are a reminder to a once 
 Young soul,

 The only thing of value left for a man is one final 
 Goodbye dance.

 He is the wrestler, battles within him are now done, 
 Darkness lingers,

 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.
                         Keith Garrett