In a competition, surely would I lose
with all these weaknesses that I did not choose.
And in disappointment would I turn my eyes low
searching on the ground for some pride to borrow.
Finding none, I'd walk home in pure humility
with full awareness of my own inability.
Then I'd go to my room to angrily cry
and ask a couple million times 'why God? why? '
But today is a different day, I'll start things anew,
and even though I've got the same flaws, I'll make-do.
Sure I've lost many a time, but soon I'll overcome.
The enemy will be disgraced, and victory be won!
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Fighting words, good ones, powerful ones. Seize the day, as you write in this poem.