In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
“I am leaving, I am leaving”
But the fighter still remains
~Songwriters: Paul Simon / Annie Gawenda
A sort of pensive morning this sunshiny but cool winter day.
An online friend asked of us to give the one song that best describes us.
This is an easy one for me. The Boxer.
In a later performance of this song with Joan Baez, Paul added the verse:
Now the years are rolling by me, they are rockin even me
I am older than I once was, and younger than I’ll be, that’s not unusual
No it isn’t strange, after changes upon changes, we are more or less the same
After changes we are more or less the same
Oddly, this day also I heard from a few other old voices, and the melancholy swept over me in huge waves. How I thought my life was going to be far different than it was back then. Not that I am complaining. I am quite happy with the outcome in these latter years. But I sure had not seen this day coming from that viewpoint.
I started to send an ‘add me’ request to these old voices, then paused. That was then. It’s no now. I have nothing in common with that old life. So maybe I am indeed more or less different. And life continues. Still, a small part of me wants to ask them “How are you doing now?”. But I didn’t click the add me button. Some things are best remembered for what they were.
Photo: Jack Dempsy … a home town hero and world champion boxer