Victory is sweet,

Or so it’s been told.

It’s a well-known fact,

Since times of old.

Sweet, sweet Victory,

That I followed into the sky.

But when I got there,

Victory became shy.

I chased and cajoled,

Begging Victory to stay with me.

But Victory had other plans,

Plans filled with cruelty.

And so I fell from the sky,

Landing smack on my face.

Victory laughed,

And left post-haste.

With nowhere left to go,

I crawled back home.

I nursed my bruises and wounds,

Scared and alone.

But at least I can say that I took the road less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Yes, Victory is bitter,

But tastes so much better with patience.

Victory will see,

I’ll reach that glory.

I’ll fight to the end–

That will be my story.