First Lesson After The Loss

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After the thrashing
the wisdom is weak
and the sting of the smashing
benumbs.
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I can’t speak.
I won’t speak.
There’s no one to talk too.
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The din of the crowd
that before was so loud
in the wake
becomes
a bevy of silence.
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Alone by myself
at the end of the game
I’m the last to leave in defeat.
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Come ye, come all,
the crestfallen, broken,
together we share in one thing.
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The loss of the game,
well it’s only a game,
a song, in common, we sing.
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Resilience we share
to bounce back from there
but loss has a horrible sting.
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Each start of each game
is always the same
hubris goes in procession.
One team will win,
the other will not.
What then will be our concession?
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From hindsight is sought
what we ought to have taught
the first step from depression
to reason.
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Life will go on
game lost or won
the second step
and the first lesson.
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Copyright © 2012 Marvin Loyd Welborn. All Rights Reserved.

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