My Father, The Boxer

He never into a ring stepped
Believing it and Queensbury rules
To be the realm of cowards
And the domain of fools…

And no fight was fought for fun
And no fight was fought for sport
A fight was from anger and for honour
For that a fight was worth.

And stories told as fighters tell
Which makes themselves look good
And always makes their cause correct
Though sense says that fight they never should…

But his kind were from a different time
An enemy was a target, never missed
Toe to toe, Honour was the only important thing
Barrom disputes settled by the fist

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