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