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A poem about the bitter taste of losing, but giving credit where it is due. |
| Gamely foes playing with zeal Gritty focus and nerves of steel Striving through pain to seize the glory Winning it all, the champion’s story Four solid kings, beating three aces But enough can’t be said of who finishes races Winning in style with the utmost perfection Surging most grandly to the highest selection Spectacular joy and freedom from strife A time to celebrate the goodness in life As the room and stage fill with applause Perfection reigns as the only cause Someday soon, you are likely to be The wonderful talent making history Using a gear to rise to the top Perfect intentions, unwilling to stop! But history is made in the most outstanding way A tip of the hat, to the kings of today Watching your opponents, calmly and able Perfectly smooth, clearing the table… |