The Sweet Scent of Failure
THE SWEET SCENT OF FAILURE
I will speak in praise of failure
Long unrecognised: its worth
But with loss I won’t regale ya
Of its grieving there’s no dearth
For the striving and the yearning
That sweet savour of success
Counts for nothing in our earning
With no challenge and duress
It would be of no avail
All that travail and the vying
With no chance that you could fail
You would triumph without trying
He who walks upon the sea
With no fear of inundation
May surrender to ennui
When he’s performed one more flotation
Picture living out a dream
Goals accomplished - end of track!
Always on the winning team?
You’d tie one arm behind your back!
It’s the chances of defeat
That give each day that added zing
Hold back on that job complete!
If you’ve no new flight to take wing
So next time you take the field
Think: “It’s a game! To lose - no sin”
Then with honour, brace to yield!
And give my side a chance to win
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