The Boxer

In the clearing stands a boxer 

And a fighter by his trade 

And he carries the reminders 

Of ev'ry glove that layed him down 

Or cut him till he cried out 

In his anger and his shame 

"I am leaving, I am leaving" 

But the fighter still remains...

I figured if I added a little S&G my mother wouldn't flip when I told her that I signed her oldest grandson up for boxing...the younger one will have to wait his turn...(it was either boxing or Young Marines - he settled for boxing and promised not to bug me anymore about the Marine gig...)