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Saturday, August 20, 2016

Champions


Champions

Champions aren't the ones who win 
Or always share the fame;
Champions aren't the ones who sulk
Or find someone to blame.
Champions aren't the ones who pound
Their chests if they have scored,
Or hang around a practice-time
And seem as if they're bored.
Champions aren't the ones who seek
The crowd's applause and roar
And expect the world to show
Up at their own front door.
I'll tell you what a champion is
And where he may be found:
His greatest greatness is unknown
To most who look around.
A champion may win or lose 
Without a thought of fame;
He finds his greatest thrill of all
Is just to play the game.
He won't acknowledge his own worth,
Would rather help the team;
He'll sacrifice unselfishly
To aid the common dream.
A champion won't hang his head
Or whine if he has lost;
He feels he is successful if
He's fought whate'er the cost.
A champion doesn't seek the fame
That comes with accolades;
He knows it dies eventually,
Won't last, but simply fades.
Far greater still will be the one
Who tries to do his best
Regardless of the final score, 
And leaves to God the rest.
True champions often hide behind
The ones who steal the show,
But these are gone before you know it,
Leave no lasting mark below.
A champion is content to know
The fact his legacy
Isn't in the stats and scores
But in the best that he can be.
For he knows that champions
Are those whose lives reflect
The longing for a greater good
Than just the crowd's respect.
He won't live in the public eye,
But may outlast the rest,
Who proves himself a champion
By giving it his best.