Not Ready to Retire

A year’s passed since he left the game;

Feeling the competitive itch,

Fight for the love, not to get rich.

While gone, nothing has been the same;

He missed the lights, fans, and the fame;

He missed being locked in the cage,

Hearing the bell, unleashing rage.

What would he do without a fight?

Life without rounds doesn’t seem right,

He’s not ready to turn the page.

Prompted from the Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge at:


  1. Okay, dude, you are so killing it with this one. I can’t my rhyming to click when it’s read like this. Sigh, I need to practice. Keep it up. (I can’t believe I typed ‘dude’, even if I do say it in real life.)

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