Storms have beaten on this point of land 
And ships gone to wreck here 
and the passers-by remember it 
with talk on the deck at night 
as they near it. 

Fists have beaten on the face of this old prize-fighter 
And his battles have held the sporting pages 
and on the street they indicate him with their 
right fore-finger as one who once wore 
a championship belt. 

A hundred stories have been published and a thousand rumored 
About why this tall dark man has divorced two beautiful 
young women 
And married a third who resembles the first two 
and they shake their heads and say, "There he 
goes," 
when he passes by in sunny weather or in rain 
along the city streets.