Larry had this look I’ve never seen before or since.

I don’t know why I thought it so surprisin’

There was pain in his eyes, so sharp it’d make you wince.

A struggle worse than Holyfield and Tyson.

And I saw the bigger picture of a man bent with pain,

The world on his shoulders and a bug in his brain.

I waved as he drove off; his tires flinging rain,

I watched him fade into the horizon.