Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.
Not one of all the purple host
Who took the flag to-day
Can tell the definition,
So clear, of victory!
As he, defeated, dying,
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Burst agonized and clear!
I like this poem that i have written. I do believe that a person who never wins, will always be more grateful for a victory than some one who does. In fact i even wrote this poem after i had finally won a game of chess against my dad : ). I like to think of this poem as slightly serious with the picture i'm trying to paint as some one in a battle who had finally captured their enemy's base after trying so hard and failing. I even tried to use some personification elements in the last 2 lines of my poem
