The Good Ol' Trail

Well, the dust settles
over the li'l trail
from home to manhood.
I look back,
the dreams smile at me.
The man beams,
the child cries,
yet again, and again... 

For I write with my
feelings;
love with my
soul;
and fight with my
heart!

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The Fighter!

Comfortably numb at
the knuckles,
but the fighter cries...
The pain remains,
still,
of the elusive
showdown with destiny,
with shadows, the reality.

The draw is simple,
again,
but the warrior burns,
for he has forgot
what pain is...
Yes, what exactly is pain?

-- Few lines in honour of Mike Tyson

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