Feb. 7, 2010
"The fight is won or lost far away from witnesses--behind the lines, in the gym, and out there on the road, long before I dance under those lights." M. Ali
When the skies are cloudy, gray light of day
When the tracks are muddy, to your shoes’ dismay
You learn to suck it, through yea or nay
You’ll trudge through it night or day.
When your nose is bloodied, your ego is bruised
When your hands are buried, your soul abused
That’s when you pull everything, though your body is used
No glory more when spirit and body fuse.
When the punches are hard, and you want to surrender
That’s when the inner lion roars, beastly courage render
Because you know in your heart you can’t be the second contender
It’s not only through victory, but the greatness of the attempt, lays the splendor.
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