Taste of winning

While shifting from my old room I found an old diary, that I had presumed lost,
Was exceedingly happy, to locate it.
It’s full of my old poems, and stories. This one is a poem written on august 7th 2002.
I believe I was a little naïve then but full of hope, something that spells magic to me now.

Taste of winning
Why think the glass is half empty,
You know there is hope;
You know you can still make it,
You know you can cope;

Before taking his 1st step,
A child has to crawl;
In the process of learning to walk,
Every child has to fall;

Giving up is not an option,
It just does not exist;
In the end the winner is that,
Who struggles and persists;

Just get your act together and show
In yourself some faith;
Everything will fall in place and
You will build your own fate;

Triumph will come to you, whatever ..
Task you take, do it;
Victory tastes much sweeter when you
Add some spice of struggle to it;

Persist and work hard sincerely,
In the rat race keep running;
Failure, struggle and rejection only,
Build up the taste of winning;