Ring the Bell

A battle of will told by relating it to a boxing match.

Fighters to your corners,
Round one is underway.
Wearing black and red trunks,
Presenting Fighter A.

Countless foes before him,
But just one should he see.
All in blue and green shorts,
We give you Fighters B.

No offense apparent,
As Fighter A goes down.
Can’t quite isolate them,
They knock him to the ground.

Weary from the first fall,
The second round begins.
The B team pounds away,
As A’s head begins to spin.

Punches just keep flying,
The jab, right cross, left hook,
A can’t seem to dodge ‘em,
B reads him like a book.

Third round is no different,
This fight seems all but lost.
Fourth and fifth and sixth pass,
Around the ring A’s tossed.

But something in the seventh,
Does Fighter A take in,
Alone Sir B is nothing,
A strikes him in the chin.

On and on he pummels,
Team B goes down en masse.
First six rounds meant nothing,
He takes them out so fast.

Before round eight is over,
Team B lies on the floor.
Ring the bell for this night,
A once again endured.

These fighters without names,
Are that way just to show,
Fighter A is anyone,
And Fighter B we know.

B is just our problems,
We deal with every day.
Let them overwhelm you,
And on you they will prey.

But taken by themselves,
You surely can prevail.
If they gang up on you,
You’ll fight to no avail.

So keep your head on straight,
And you’ll surely do well,
Ready for the next time,
Life dares to ring the bell.

Reviews

[Kaleidoscope Apocalypse]

I love the analogy in this piece. It suits the idea behind this poem quite well. This is a nice write, and I think you've written it well.

Keep up the good work!

[Jenny Ge]

Nice moral. Nice analogy. Nice poem.