Laurels to the Victor

If you've ever been a winner,

Then you know how sweet it is

To wear the victors' laurels like acrown;

To stand up on a pedestal,

The world spread at your feet,

Admiring eyes look up as you gazedown.

 

Cherish moments such as this.

They're few and far between,

And we mere mortals seldom get thechance

To ride upon the crest

Of such enduring adulation,

To be the center in the victor’s dance.