boxing

howard, the strangest things, have happened lately when i, take a good swing, at all my dreams, they pivot and slip, i drop my fists and they're back, laughing, howard, my intention's become not to lose what i've won, ambition has given way to desperation and i, lost the fight from my eyes, boxing's been good to me, howard, now i'm told, you're growing old, the whole time you knew, a couple of years i'd be through, has boxing been good to you?, howard, now i confess, i'm scared and lonely and tired, they seem to think i'm made of clay, oh, another day, i'm not cut out for this, i just know what to say, i say, well sometimes i punch myself, hard as i can, yelling "nobody cares!", hoping someone will tell me how, wrong i am, has boxing been good, has boxing been good to you?