Isn't it ironic that
The prize is won by the one who plays the game,
Not by those who desire the trophy or fame;
That the one who experiences wealth and has it all,
Is the one who isn't afraid of a loss or a fall;
Theones who achievefame and glory,
Have no interest in what others make of their story;
Who would you rather become?
The star on the field, or the judgestwiddling their thumb?
Be that person, work that field,
Do not be absent of ambition,
It's how you sow, that impacts the yield;
And should you fall,
Celebrate the journey,
Stand right back up, snatch that ball,
Get back in the game, light that path for many..
Who would you rather be?
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