The Road Ahead or the Road Behind

Sometimes I think the fates must grin
as we denounce them and insist,
The only reason we can’t win
is the fates themselves have missed.

Yet, there lives on the ancient claim-
We win or lose within ourselves,
The shining trophies on our shelves can 
Never win tomorrow’s game.

So you and I know deeper down
There is always a chance to win the crown,
But when we fail to give our best,
We simply haven’t met the test

Of giving all and saving none

Until the game is really won.

 

Of showing what is meant by grit,

Of playing though another's quip

Of playing through not letting up,

It’s bearing down that wins the cup.

Of dreaming there’s a goal ahead,
Of hoping when our dreams are dead,
Of praying when our hopes have fled.

Yet, losing, not afraid to fall,
If bravely we have given all,
For who can ask more of a man
Than giving all within his span.

That giving all, it seems to me,
Is not so far from victory.

And so the fates are seldom wrong,
No matter how they twist and wind;
It’s you and I who make our fates,
We open up or close the gates.

On the road ahead or the road behind.

-George Moriaty