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The boxer was old.

His feet were not as fast as his fists once were

and his fists were now as slow as his mind.

Scars covered scars over his tired grey eyes.

On his left upper arm was a tattoo

that said one word "courage".

That was something he had a lot of,

it had seen him through his whole life.



Now he wore no gloves.

He looked at his big

cracked knuckles

and remembered the damage they"d done.

That twenty foot ring had been a hard hard life

but this was going to be harder.



This opponnent was young and very slippery,

this could be a fight and a half.

His granddaughter just laughed at him

and refused to come out of the bath.

"I"m to old for this". he thought,

and threw in the towel.

"You win,

another five minutes it is".