Winning (Poem)
The feeling of winning is like a fire
That burns so bright, it warms the sky
A radiating flame that never tires
Its energy is a buzz that can’t be denied
The feeling of winning is like a song
So pleasing and sweet, it just carries on
A soaring sound that radiates in the night
A tune that glows with a golden light
The feeling of winning is like a wave
Rushing past and dragging us into its wake
A swell of celebration that sends a thrill
A moment eternal, captured against still
The feeling of winning is like a kiss
A trembling touch that can heal a rift
A tender gesture that breathes new life
A drink of joy, tasting of rebirth
The feeling of winning looks like a smile
Spreading across a face, quiet yet wild
A sparkling reward of pleasure and bliss
A warm embrace, no matter how great the risk
The feeling of winning is like a dance
A joyous jig that somehow makes us chance
Moving in ways we never knew before
Rhythm and grace, leaving us nothing more
The feeling of winning lights up the heart
An emotion that sets souls apart
A victory sweeter than any wine
The feeling of winning’s a special delight.