The heart is a great traveler
Who moves to dangerous places,
For he is an edgy vagabond gambler
Who sometimes finds, sometimes misses.
The fact that he lost does not make him less a wanderer
And his finding does not mean he is a champion,
His winning is intertwined with his losing
For victory has in defeat a companion.
He is not a brave heart that hasn’t traveled
For the gallant soul is given to aimless wandering,
The seasoned curious heart has once marveled
At the hidden unknowns of the extra mile.
He is not a valuable heart that has never lost
Since every golden soul must savor success and loss,
For both mean the same for the restless heart
That has made discovery his driving force.
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A great write, truly, in defeat there is victory and in victory there is a defeat.