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/.