(Source: spitefulcake)
In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade,
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him ‘til he cried out in his anger and his shame,
“I am leaving, I am leaving!”
But the fighter still remains.
The Queen during a cocktail party at Windsor, given by the 1st Battalion Irish Guards. June 1959
When he told me, I simply responded… “welcome to the madness”.