Treasure Island

Randy McClave

(Ashland, Kentucky)

One More Round


When I hear the bell,
I will go one more round
When my eye begins to swell,
I will go one more round
When I am not feeling well,
I will go one more round
When my blood I begin to smell,
I will go one more round.

I am a fighter not a quitter
And I will always finish my fight,
I am a boxer and a hitter
I will always give all my might,
When I am tired and I am hurt
I will listen for that bell’s sound,
My soul and my power I will assert
And I will finish that round.

When I hear that bell,
I will go another round
When my hands feel like gel,
I will go another round
When my corner curses and yell,
I will go another round
And when I feel like death and hell,
I will go that last round.

Randy L. McClave

Submitted: Wednesday, December 18, 2013

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