Winning can be such a welcome bouquet.
Roses and lilacs should smell half
as sweet.
Victory rides on the wings of the
tides to leave
Sparkling pearls on the shore at
our feet.
Counted so rare, the favor we savor
When triumph uplifts over summit
and peak.
Hardly a thought of the depths of
dilemma
Suffered by those trodden down in
defeat.
Winning is easy. It bears not the
burden
Of inward reflection, inspection or
thought.
A wild and untethered complete celebration
Is what you expect from the battle you
fought.
But out in the wings there awaits a
new challenge.
Take care which opponent you
knowingly choose,
For only the winner can claim
victory's laurels.
Someone has to lose.
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