Bloodied But Unbowed

Poem By Tony Jolley

He wasn’t carried from the ring
Upon shoulders of adulation and adoration.
He wasn’t paraded before the populace
As ‘Local Boy Made Good’.
He was neither victor nor vanquished:

He simply went the distance for you.

Comments about Bloodied But Unbowed

A very good poem - brilliant.
It's not the winning that counts, it's the taking part. Nice one. Sincerely Ernestine Northover
Never quit. Great message and well delivered!
love it..straight to the point


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