Poem 29: You win

You win, you win

You win, you win

You win, you win

you win

I knew from the beginning

but still wanted to compete.

I thought I knew the feeling

but you retaught me defeat.

Losing is akin to winning

you feel the end come near.

But winning gives you pride while

losing sometimes springs a tear.

So stand upon your pedestal 

with trophy in your hand.

And I will cheer you on while

 sitting behind the grandstand.

I'm proud to be your loser

for with you I did compete.

I'm honored to have pared with you

but next time you'll be beat.