O, Triumph Don’t be Arrogant

All triumph is an illusion,

No, there is no confusion

Cos victory is pure mirage;

A momentary intrusion into the mind

That we savour, till its taste lasts,

Which, as in all things ephemeral

Does not last long,

As does not the longest song

In celebration, beneath the stars that

In quiet amusement, watch

The dancing, prancing, victor,

Who will awaken, no doubt, to a morn

That is no different from any other.

And, soon the spoils of the “high five” and remnants will

vanish,

As will the joyous smiles,

For, while triumph, is arrogant,

The aftermath, a great leveller.