Crash
The guy who did it first
got there last,
all a game of numbers
underclassed.
The one who's always winning
looks first class,
and the one who's always losing
feels abashed!
The side your on is total
its surmassed,
remembering the finish
dash by dash!
I venture to be humble
soul's rehash,
there is more truth in stumble
more contrast!
There is more grace in fumble
dropping stash
and giving in to tumble
when hopes crash!
(Roll with the punches!)
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