He Ages, He Ails, Adieu

He Ages, He Ails, Adieu

June 4, 2016

Swift feet, long arms, a champion
The power of his biceps
The length of his reach
The rhyme of his words
He seemed forever young

A legend of his time
A reigning king, in the ring
Who would have thought
That his throne would fall
That he would sit no more

He shakes, his words fade
No more boastings, few rhymes
He ails, overtaken by age
None will feel his fists again
He departs to answer

He departs to answer to One
Who neither ages nor ails
Tears come to my eyes
At the reach of death
Even the greatest are but mortal

Muhammad Ali, Cassius Clay
Whatever we have named you
Or you have named yourself
We bid you farewell
We remember you, but for how long?

Tribute to M’mad Ali, an inspiring legend

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