wants one more fight, one
more
night of hearing
his name called
in the ring.
he wants what he used
have.
the glory of it all.
the crowd shouting his name.
he wants
another knockout,
another win.
but no one
wins against father time.
in the end we
all hear the countdown
as we lie there
in a stupor,
seven, eight, nine...
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