The Guru!

My former colleague and friend MLB surprised me with a post on Facebook with a dedication of this song to me with the comments: “One of my favourite songs. I dedicate this song to my Guru Ramana Rajgopaul. 🌺🌺❤️🙏”

I have known MLB for nearly half a century and both of us have much to be nostalgic about the “good old days”.  That he suddenly decided to surprise me with this dedication is really very touching and I am deeply thankful to him.   Quite why he dedicated this particular song about a boxer is a mystery to me.  I have, not to the best of my recollection, ever taught him to box nor ever boxed with him!

It is my turn to dedicate this post to him.

For those interested, the lyrics for the song are:  Here is another mystery.  Why is it called The Boxer?

I am just a poor boy
Though my story’s seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles
Such are promises
All lies and jest
Still, a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station
Running scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie
Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie, la la lie la lie
Asking only workman’s wages
I come looking for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
Now the years are rolling by me
They are rocking evenly
And I am older than I once was
And younger than I’ll be
But that’s not unusual
No, it isn’t strange
After changes upon changes
We are more or less the same
After changes we are
More or less the same
Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie
Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie, la la lie la lie

6 thoughts on “The Guru!”

  1. It’s because you’re missing the last third of the lyrics, which should explain everything:

    “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 till he cried out in his anger and his shame, ‘I am leaving, I am leaving,’ but the fighter still remains.”

    I kept looking at your lyrics above until it finally hit me what was missing. You’re welcome! lol
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  2. I love that song.

    I remember a comic when I was in University that did a play on that:
    “On the carpet sits a student and a scholar by his trade, and he carries the reminders of every pen that marked him down or cut points ’til he cried out, “I am failing, I am failing,” but the student still remains.

    1. For me, the song was totally new and I suppose that I have to listen to it a few more times before I can get the hang of it. It was also dumb of me having missed some crucial lyrics which led me to misunderstand the dedication.

  3. maybe because you never gave up and continued through thick and thin, to support those who needed your “sage words”. Even if you didn’t quite see them in that light but rather an experience you had at a certain time of your younger life, or even now in your current life.
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