In memory of the great man.
|The sweat dripping from your brow,
intense focus, your time is now.
Amid flashing lights you enter the ring,
tsunami of roars, Ali they sing.
But you hear nothing, your in the zone,
staring at Foreman with menacing tone.
Dancing and twirling, taking punch after punch,
Foreman waiting to hear the bone crunch.
As the fight goes on the big man grows tired,
then you unleash, the big man's retired.
The giant goes down, the battle is won,
you run to your family and hold up your son.
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee,
no won will match Muhammed Ali.