With fists raised high and jaw clenched tight,
sweat dripping down from worn out clothes,
you’re shadow boxing late at night.
You practice punches left and right—
slip then jab now counter and pose
with fists raised high and jaw clenched tight.
Past battles, all the pain and spite,
the final round’s about to close.
You’re shadow boxing late at night.
Recall the end of every fight:
adrenaline and bloodied nose
with fists raised high and jaw clenched tight.
Your prime is gone—can’t get a fight—
knees ache and creak; your movement slows.
You’re shadow boxing late at night.
This is all you know; you clench it tight
unable to block the unseen blows
with fists raised high and jaw clenched tight
you’re shadow boxing late at night.