The Agony of Defeat Poem

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The game was fierce, the stakes were high,
A valiant effort, reaching for the sky.
Sweat and tears, a battle waged,
Victory's taste, so close, yet caged.
But fate had other plans in store,
Heartbreak struck, leaving spirits sore.
The whistle blew, the clock ran out,
Defeat's bitter sting, an anguished shout.
Tears flowed freely, heads hung low,
The agony of loss, a crushing blow.
Dreams dashed, hopes now faded,
A bitter pill, so painfully traded.
Yet in defeat, there lies a chance,
To learn, to grow, to rise and dance.
For failure is but a fleeting part,
Of life's great journey, a vital art.
So take heart, though defeat may sting,
It's but a chapter, not the whole thing.
For with perseverance, courage and grace,
Triumph shall rise, in its perfect place.