I coulda been a contender

Well, maybe not then, but definitely now. So I guess I should say I could be a contender. If I wanted to be. But I won't be. I've past my prime for a major title and the window for opportunity is permanently closed, and that's OK. All is how it should be. Whether I was in shape all along and didn't realize or I developed the skills and footwork along the way, it doesn't matter. It's just nice to know I have it in me now. For a minute I thought of it as wasted talent, but it just means I saved my strength and I'll still be standing later on. I don't need to be inside the ring. I'll be ready in the corner with water and smelling salts, and it's enough to know I'll be able to help someone else go the distance.