Tag: Muhammad Ali

I sit in this room, this crumbling room I grew to love, cluttered by the mementoes of a crumbled life. Framed photographs of friends,...

The trumpets that break the dawn A fanfare to the dying and unborn Passion replaced by duty Love replaced by fear And the ticking of the clock Says “Young...

From the mansions of sadness To the bums on the street From the highways of loneliness To the halls of defeat I’ve watched your ascendance The road I never...