Inspired by the Humility chapter of The Pursuit of Happiness by Jeffrey Rosen
I meet up with the ranks of my military Marching forward to vanquish our evil foe The men bravely clash with our adversary Tension builds as our advance becomes slow
The tide of the battle turns against me Enemy forces surrounding us all I panic looking for a way to flee Crying, I watch my flag on the clock fallMy opponent reaches out with their hand
“Good game” they say before I flip the board
The shame felt in loss they can’t understand
I cover my eyes as tears of defeat poured
Such an unmanly sight that I’ve become
My opponent assures me I’m their chum
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