I never met him and he never met me, but he’s a huge part of who I am today and I feel peace knowing he doesn’t hurt anymore. It’s a day I’ve been dreading for years and I broke down to tears with the news of his passing. As local flags have been lowered to half mast, the world is a little more peaceful because of the fight of Ali. I often wrote poems as a kid (maybe one day ill dare to share those… Definitely not soon). But I felt it appropriate to rhyme what’s on my mind during this difficult time.
A Champs Poem
How did he find the words?
Sometimes he spoke and sometimes he heard.
The decree thought by some quite absurd.
And now all my words seem to be blurred.
Silence is golden when you can’t think of a good answer.
My heart was shattered
Because Muhammad Ali mattered
To many who followed his fight.
I couldn’t predict the next on the script,
Like Ali did his opponents, each night.
And at 74 he fought once more,
Live everyday as if it were your last because someday you’re going to be right.
A man who views the world the same way at 50 as he did when he was 20 has wasted 30 years of his life.
And after all he just might,
Be The Greatest to dance under the lights.
He who is not courageous enough to take risks will accomplish nothing in life.
It was a somber day in the city,
As the man proclaimed too pretty,
I know where I’m going and I know the truth, and I don’t have to be what you want me to be. To be what I want, I’m free.
Float like a butterfly sting like a bee,
His hands can’t hit what his eyes can’t see.
The man is more than a world champ, to me.
I love you, I’ll miss you, Muhammad Ali.