by Derek Kalaaukahi
Half past three as Johnny enters the gym.
Seven days a week, that place is home to him.
Glory of yesterday, Johnny yearns for more.
Reality of today he would ignore.
Day in day out, Johnny craves another bout.
Day in day out, he won’t accept that his time has run out.
Far too many times, Johnny’s been down for the count.
Far too many times, he counters “I’ve been down, but never counted out.”
The boxer’s days became years, friends say “turn the page.”
Johnny harps, “too much blood, sweat and tears…the best never age.”
The boxer lives week to week, no family of which to speak.
Johnny lives free, no burden or chains which to keep.
The fight game is Johnny’s thing.
The boxer’s life, forever in the ring.