August 5, 2009

#140 float like a butterfly

from clay he grew
his words and fists mesmorized all
once so fast
now so slow
an honourable reminder of mortality
he lived
his life burst at the seams
he stung and was stung
but learned through it all
and now he's in a long battle
which he will surely lose
but their is a victory
in losing against impossible odds
if you are graceful 
and honourable

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