A Fighter's Face

A fighter doesn't need a scrapbook Or his trophies or ribbons in a trophy-case, All that he needs is a mirror upon a wall to look Then he will remember his every fight, by the scars on his face. That scar that sits underneath his left eye He remembers it from a fight in Pittsburgh very well, His broken nose it happened to him in Cincinnati That fight for him, it was hell. Then there is that scar that lies underneath his jaw And the scar on his forehead that won't disappear, When he fought a heavy hitting Indiana southpaw And his years of fighting in California, gave him that cauliflower ear. Then there are his bruises and the strains And of course his fractured ribs and his busted hand, And his back and his elbow sprains But, then those aches only a fighter could truly understand. That scar on his left cheek was from a battle in Kentucky That occurred from a championship fight, When he was feeling cocky and also very lucky He should have never weaved and bobbed to his right. The scar that he wears on his right cheek It happened from a slug-fest that he once had in Tennessee, He had worried to much about his strength and not technique That fight, was stopped by the referee. A fighter doesn't need a scrapbook for his fights to recall Or the many times his hands his coach did wrap, All that he needs to do is to look upon the mirror on any wall; A fighter's face, is a fighters only true roadmap. Randy L. McClave