Winners
Waiting for that certain pitch for the grand slam
Just folded, the next card would have given you the winning hand
Having the lead with a quarter lap to go
After the sense of victory, a tire blows
It is fourth and goal for the score
The running back then fumbles
The competition is what they adore
You can never be a loser if you continually try
You get back from the odds you defy.
Copyright © Eugene Carmen | Year Posted 2008
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