"Win and Lose" - Bahamas AI Art
©A. Derek Catalano
You Win Some, You Lose Some
The whistle blows, the clock ticks down,
The crowd erupts, their voices a crown.
In the arena of life, on fields of strife,
Victory and loss dance sharp as a knife.
The Surge of Triumph
Your heart explodes like a rising sun,
The moment you know the game is won.
Arms held high, cheers flood the air,
Glory shines on the sweat you bear.
The taste is sweet, a nectar divine,
Hard work and grit have crossed the line.
But beware the glow, for it can blind,
And lull the edge of a sharp-edged mind.
The Sting of Defeat
The clock runs dry, the score runs thin,
Your best was given, yet you didn’t win.
The hollow ache, the silent stare,
The weight of failure too heavy to bear.
But there’s wisdom wrapped in the bitter pill,
A humbling force that tempers your will.
It teaches the heart to fight again,
To rise from the ashes of where you’ve been.
