Treasure Island

Dave Alan Walker

(Pudsey, Leeds)

For All The Old Boxers (A Boxer's Heart)


As my feet pound
the six am road
my heart beats
to the sound of the bell

My mind flitters
to the punishment
I will have to take

God keep me safe
watch over me
my years may be many
but my heart is still young

Submitted: Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 20, 2013

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In training to box again, at 47 I might be pushing it a bit
but I won't be the first and I won't be the last to fight later in life.
It's something you can't switch off.

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  • David Wood (5/4/2013 4:56:00 AM)

    Good luck Dave, the only bell I wait for is the one they ring at closing time! ! (Report) Reply

  • Bobby Wynn (5/1/2013 4:39:00 PM)

    Good luck Dave, wish I could train for something, can barely walk anymore yet I'm willing. (Report) Reply

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