Sportsmanship

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.