Sinners And Saints - Poem by Mandi June
One man's loss, is another man's gain.
The man who has lost, is then never the same.
The man who has won, not sure what he's done,
to deserve the reward, to be placed in the sun.
The man who has won, didn't do very much.
The choice wasn't his, not his as such,
but rather the prize, that chooses the winner,
between one that's a saint, and one that's a sinner.
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