The Player

The Player

A Poem by TTBoy28

 

 

He played better than the best

of them and lost like

the best of them.

And the dream police got paid

whether he played to win

or not.

But he won,

even when he lost...

He owned the dream police

And the game.

© 2010 TTBoy28


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He played well because he loved it. Passion taught him that losing was a vital part to his success. He relished in the rewards due to his patience with failure.

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Added on September 25, 2010
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TTBoy28
TTBoy28

Atlanta, GA



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