The Boxer

In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade,
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down,
Or cut him 'til he cried out in his anger and his shame,
"I am leaving, I am leaving."
But the fighter still remains.

Sometimes, you say it
so perfectly,
so exactly,
so true to my core -
I feel like you've been living
right here in my body.


lyn. said...

I love that song!! Every time I hear it, my current circumstances give it different meanings.

I think that Paul Simon is one of America's greatest poets...

Annie Link said...

I agree completely, Lyn.

(I agree with you a lot, you know.)

shelly said...

Me, too. To both of you.