Born not a fighter but we are made one.
The womb was the arena.
The labour was the battle.
‘Choice made not because we want to make them,
But made because we have to make them.
A wrong one, will deal us blows,
With great precision and intolerance……..Life
A tug of war, peace unfanthomable…….strife
Still you have to roll with the punches.
Not ready to play fair
Your challengers….failure and capitulation
‘Jab, right cross, jab’, we are caught on the chin.
Blurry vision, blindingly white, like being in a trance
Our feet wants to buckle, we fail our hands
And permit it to take us…………….Sands
Yet, we have to roll with the punches.
Ill equipped, ill skilled and ill strenght
Side step, side step we unluckily evade it.
Ill footwork we are caught with a left hook.
Our face to the canvas…..K.O
They jeer at us
Wantibg us not to get up
In black and white stripes, the count starts…..Time
It refuses to wait
Time will not wait
Yet we need to rol with the punches.
Determination hastens our recovery.
On our feets we are.
Our face grotesque from the assault
Cornered we are
Like a predator, He stalks us……. fear and anxiety.
Ready to goin for the kill.
Fist unclaspsed in the gloves……Capitulation
It does alot to dispels the force in our punch…..Trepidation
Feeling the heat unable to freeze it.
Yet at the end of it all, just roll with the punches.
Put on your gloves and throw some punches.
Life is a battle, don’t limp. Throw away your crutches.
On your face don’t lay flat.
Don’t run, be better than a rat.
No matter the jabs life throws at us.
Lets receive it without any fuss.
And step it up a few notches,
Because no matter what may come our way, just keep on rolling with the punches.