And yet when we surpass defeat, To bask in success We forget it is all temporary, We are thankful he exists. How else would we divide winners and losers, podium one, two and three; good jobs, great schools, neighbourhoods and who we aspire to be.
The irony of it is often unseen, But by worshiping the accolades on our shelves, We forget that even greatness Is the ultimate defeat of oneself We push ourselves, Often further than we’d like To out run the dreaded defeat Which will inevitably find time to strike.
So go ahead, Study harder Train faster And criticise those who won’t make it much father.
However at every point in ones life, We have been defeated by it. We have felt lost and alone, Broke, struggling and ready to quit.
I don’t see any shame in defeat, As it is not a permanent state. You can learn to plant your losses, And water them in to something great.
Currently life has got me down, But it has not got me out. I refuse to wave the white flag of surrender, And allow the prospect of defeat to cage me in doubt.