it doesn't matter
how many punches,
jabs, crosses i throw,
that heavy bag of my grudges
just hangs there taking every blow.
i try to improve my relationships
with others working out on
cooperation's speed bag,
but when i walk away, i slip on
my mask and become a lone ranger.
i spend a lot of time shadow boxing
with the Evil One, trying for a KO,
but the wily devil keeps slipping away.
but i will keep coming to your gym
hoping that one day, one day,
it will all come together.
i hope.
(c) 2023 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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