When my
back’s against the ropes
And
lethal punches rain on me from ten gloves,
Ask me
not to be a graceful loser.
The
battle has just begun.
When I
look blinded for destiny,
Searching,
despairingly for something invisible to me,
Ask me
not to give up so easily.
All
this would be worthless without the adventure.
In the
event of my instruction,
When I
learn vital lessons through challenges,
I look
to see beyond the deception
As I
pick from seeming weeds gleanings of corn.
When my
back’s against the ropes,
When
unnumbered adversaries surround me with stones,
Ask me
not at such moments to give up,
The victory is already won.
Akpan
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