Do Good Work
Before the first bout, ringside His words cut through chaos “Do good work”, said Coach Seemed a good place to start - Simple words of encouragement. Alas, this life mocks simplicity. Stepping into the battleground Hubris made me wonder It’ll yield to me, kneel to me I hop, spring, take a swing I miss spectacularly, and Take a loaded glove square. Bashed bloody and senseless Here I lie on the mat Hands up, shielding in vain Trying to survive in the game A question burning hot How do I survive this barrage? For as I take in cheap shots, And the jeering from the crowds, And the debilitating self doubt, And the crushing fear of defeat, In these monstrously unjust odds, How do I “do good work”?