The Unknown Wrestler
The house lights are dimmed
The crowd is hushed and still
A bell rings and somewhere in the room
He appears
The magic silence is broken
Some cheer while others jeer
Who is he?
He’s the unknown wrestler.
Some come to watch him win
While others come to see him lose;
They’d dearly love to see his blood
To count each and every bruise.
And when his match is over
He’ll hang his head in shame;
Maybe if he’s lucky
The crowd will remember his name.
Shirl Lacey Nevins
