THE OLD BOXER.
He shuffled along,
in the dirt at the side of the road,
almost too drunk to walk.
Around him,
half a dozen teenage youths,
were yelling insults,
and making deriding comments.
So this is what it had come to,
He who should have been World Champion,
But the white South African,
who held the title,
drew the colour bar.
These youths,
who would not have been fit,
to tie his shoelaces in his prime,
now would beat him up,
to brag to their mates.
"I beat Elley Bennett."
I could have cried,
but being a man,
I allowed myself to be filled with rage,
picked up a tyre lever,
walked over,
and laid about me.
Then I helped,
half carried him,
to my car,
and drove him home.
When I got back to work,
I asked the boss,
"Do you know who that was?"
"Just another drunken abo."
He said.
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