Say a Prayer For British Welterweight Iron Mike Towell
By Robert Brizel, Head Real Combat Media Boxing Correspondent
Glasgow, Scotland is a merry place
For a professional boxer to find his place
Undefeated in 11 bouts, a welterweight title eliminator in hand
A career now just a memory in sand.
With a woman and a child and the promise of success
How did life become such a mess?
Knocked down in the first round, again in the fifth
The ring and its ropes are just a length and width.
Head injuries and bleeding on the brain
A career so right suddenly had gone insane
You fight 12 rounds with fan support
The Iron Man lasted 12 hours off life support.
You do your best, and box without shame
In the end, a forgotten tombstone with a forgotten name.
Time make you forgotten, when everyone knew you so well
Say a prayer for British welterweight Iron Mike Towell.
The sun has set on a promising career, and sayonara
All that is left is a tattoo of Che Guevara.
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