“Blinded by the fights”
Joked the Boxer.
Using the title of a song by The Streets,
As a pun – charming,
To make light of his newly diagnosed
Ocular injury.

And as his friends laughed,
He sighed,
Eyebrows resembling a bowing ring-rope.
He forced a
Bell-like false chuckle and thought
Did it make sense?

Make sense to lose a sense?
Or even lose all sense eventually?
In order to be the best,
To be respected.
And inwardly spoke
The final score card…

“In your minds eye it all depends,
To you, on what makes sense.”