Learn to celebrate victories in hand
And silently hope for victories at hand
For that which is not in hand
Might soon be victory out of hand
Even when you are the preferred brand
Not every win will in your hand land
Eyes on goal might be inadequate
So, never eyes on goal-line saturate
Compound the eyes to each state
Perspective, both depress and elevate
Consider victory as opposite of defeat
Victory simply is the top face of the pleat
All victories mean overcoming opponent
Even a foetus could pull a final stunt
Do not undervalue even the weakest
They equal your beats under breast
And might toil and tire minus rest
Until they unseat you from presumed crest
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A refined poetic imagination, David M. W. K. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.