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The Greatest by Scott Stoddart
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Float like a butterfly
Sting like a bee
Your hands can’t hit
What your eyes can’t see
An old man sits in a comfortable chair
The grey’s been dyed out of his hair
He sits with a reporter, watching himself on TV
Float like a butterfly sting like a bee
They watch the handsome man on the screen dance and sway
The other guy couldn’t catch him if he had all day
The old man turns and says, can you believe that’s me
Champ, you were the greatest of all time it’s plain to see
The old man says, age it was that caught up with me
Time was the thing that defeated Muhammad Ali
He turns to the TV and looks in wonder again
At another man on another plane
The perfect specimen without peer
Has turned into what’s sitting here
The light’s nearly extinguished that once brightly shone
Where does the time go, he asks, you blink and it’s gone
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