When the battle lines are drawn
And you have valiantly stood your ground
But once it finally dawns
That you have lost, then get off your high horse
Step back with grace and accept defeat
It may be taken as a sign of weakness
But you know, it requires strength to gracefully retreat
And to congratulate your adversary and shake hands
You are enveloped with a sense of peace
In life, love, sports or war, you win some
And lose some, that’s the way it is
If everyone tries to have the last word, there will be anarchy.
Mamta Agarwal
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sportsmanship/
