The Choice Of Winning Poem by Gerry Legister

The chorus singers stood beside the bowling green
Beyond the vale, in fields of daffodils life is blooming,
On the pageant realm a ray of warmth glow into a flame
The fans and fame stride with characters contemplating.

Some moment’s exhibit joy, others strained the mind,
Struggling to find choices of the colors in the garden,
And while they are floating time is sinking into demand,
For inspiration on the ground of a winning combination.

When you think of all the choices opportunity spurts out,
Those moments spent in defeat could easily be winners.
Victory is spur on from those who have voices to shout
Tilt the factor of crucial timing in all our adventures.

I have the choices of wining; but I hardly think of losing,
I think we have been through both and still able abound,
With songs from the terraces we sing more compelling
Sweltering notes to find comradeship in the playground.

Wearing the other vest in characters to match our interest,
Cavilers or saints and sinners, players pride is on display,
Play the nation’s best half trembling at the cruelest test,
But the unseen is a referee in the complex bruise by beauty.

I may lose the match and go on to win with foul bruises
Have no greater power that my passion cannot laugh at,
And keep silent if there is a demon with violent causes
Awaken emotions belong to me to stay on the right track.