Faded boxing gloves
Make you remember
That time way back when
You swung the universe
On the ends of your fists
You were water on the grill
Sizzling like the crowd
You played for time
Till time knocked you down
And you evaporated
From all but a memoried haze
Gloves growing a skin of fade
Monday, August 03, 2009
Fatherhood
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