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Live and Let….. (Boxers thoughts)
By: Charles Phillips

I see you through the eyes of the glass
the bottom of my very empty glass
I've lost the will to fight
But I haven't lost the will to drink
I enjoy the amount of Scotch
I drink

I can nolonger take a hit
my job is not mine anymore
I can't stand in the ring anymore
my gloves can nolonger be laced up

So I now fight the bottle
He's a hard opponent to fight
Harder than anyone else I've had to fight

I've taken blows to the head from some of the best
But I can't recall any of their names
Nor do I want to
Why does this make sense
to those who's been there you'd understand

So I look back at my old fight cards
back when I was a younger man
nolonger can I do what I did
So I pick up my glass and bring it to my lips
As I take my drink
I can feel the calcium deposits in my joints
the pain feels wonderful
like the old days
Back when they called me a Champ
back when they called me The Butcher
The One Punch King
Stone Fist Sammy
But now they call me Drunk
Washed Up
The Has-been

So I finish my glass and go home
home to the empty house
my wife long passed away
my children nolonger talking to me
my only friend is the old pair of gloves hanging on the wall
and the gun in the drawer and the single bullet in the chamber
I look at my wedding picture
and the barrel of the gun
and shut my eyes
I hear a gunshot
and see you once again

The Blue Fairy

10/25/2010

Description
Live and Let….. (Boxers thoughts)
By: Charles Phillips

I see you through the eyes of the glass
the bottom of my very empty glass
I've lost the will to fight
But I haven't lost the will to drink
I enjoy the amount of Scotch
I drink

I can nolonger take a hit
my job is not mine anymore
I can't stand in the ring anymore
my gloves can nolonger be laced up

So I now fight the bottle
He's a hard opponent to fight
Harder than anyone else I've had to fight

I've taken blows to the head from some of the best
But I can't recall any of their names
Nor do I want to
Why does this make sense
to those who's been there you'd understand

So I look back at my old fight cards
back when I was a younger man
nolonger can I do what I did
So I pick up my glass and bring it to my lips
As I take my drink
I can feel the calcium deposits in my joints
the pain feels wonderful
like the old days
Back when they called me a Champ
back when they called me The Butcher
The One Punch King
Stone Fist Sammy
But now they call me Drunk
Washed Up
The Has-been

So I finish my glass and go home
home to the empty house
my wife long passed away
my children nolonger talking to me
my only friend is the old pair of gloves hanging on the wall
and the gun in the drawer and the single bullet in the chamber
I look at my wedding picture
and the barrel of the gun
and shut my eyes
I hear a gunshot
and see you once again

The Blue Fairy

10/25/2010