Not Ready to Retire

The lights and loud cheers: calls to stay,

Though the body says he must go.

Once young and quick, now old and slow;

Thrills make it hard to walk away.

Aware the time would come someday,

The calendar’s pages turned fast;

Memories of the cage can last,

Or gnaw on his very last nerve.

Removed from the fight game’s a curve;

Future comes, but he’s stuck in the past.

Prompted from Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt at: https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/08/12/ronovan-writes-decima-poetry-challenge-prompt-no-18-stay-this-week-its-the-a-rhyme-line/.

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