Boxing Champ

We went to the youth club
and we looked out of place.
I didn't know where to look
So I, looked at your face.
But you were a boxing champ,
and I was a weakling.
You didn't give me a chance,
You gave me a beating.
And I thank you very much
that you did.

And as the time went by
we stayed out of trouble,
Before I could realise
my age had doubled.
The man I became is a tragic bore,
And he's not a boxing champ anymore.
If there's one thing i've learnt
it's to run away,
At least I enjoy what I do today.
And I thank you very much
that I do