Finding Strength in Defeat
The final whistle cuts the air,
A heavy silence, hearts laid bare,
Mud-streaked faces, heads held low,
The pain of loss, a bitter show.
But in the bruises, lessons hide,
In every stumble, every slide,
For life, like rugby, tests our will,
Through storms of doubt, we climb the hill.
Defeat isn’t failure, but a chance to grow,
To rise again, to learn, to know,
That every loss builds strength inside,
A tougher spirit, a deeper pride.


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