668. Poem by Jaden Knight

This existence feels like a boxing match
or at least a series of bouts
trying to defeat an opponent that can't be beaten
but you feel you must try anyway

Life is filled with too many missed shots
while being staggered by endless body blows
occasionally an upper cut will come crashing in
and you will never be able to block it

The gloves get heavier by the round
especially as you get closer to the finish
it's harder to keep your guard up when you're tired
and your reach is greatly affected

This life is like a boxing match
and you know that you can never beat your opponent
all you can do is give the reaper hell
at least until the final bell sounds