All I know of this life
I cannot be afraid of the next
Getting on a plane or a bus
Punishing the bags, sweat
Out of the darkness, still
As my mind in a quiet bar
That listens to forgetting
The cruelty of my work
The awful prisons of the ring
One more old fighter says
Unluck has to be good luck
All I know of the next life
I cannot be afraid of this one.
© 2015 Rob Schackne
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