Life can come roaring in and body slam
you to the mat;
you stagger to your feet, and then
yer down again.
Or maybe Life whomps you upside the jaw;
everything grows
dim ... dimmer... then fades to the deepest dark
you've ever seen.
Perhaps Life kicks you below the belt like
its wont to do;
when you're at your most vunerable,
that's when it strikes.
Or it sweeps your feet out from under you,
trying to keep
you unbalanced and guessing the next move
it's planned for you.
Your shoulders know the mat intimately;
they've spent a lot
of time getting pinned by the heavyweight
champ of the world ...

There is a trick that will beat the strongest foe;
you see, the trick
to playing whup ass with your opponant is to do
absolutely
nothing at all, except to keep getting up each time
Life knocks you down;
eventually it will get the message you ain't going
to play that game.
It will wear itself to a frazzle and collapse,
exhausted, and
you will have won--your resiliancy to overcome,
despite the pain,
proves that brains are better than brawn.

(c) 2005, Karla Dorman.