I fail miserably at cards
Slots elude my efforts
'til my bank account's in shards
I'm not so good at fighting
I've never been to war
In football all my passes missed
Or else were thrown too far
But life is what you make of it
The brew may be bitter or fine
It's the Little Victories you'll remember
When the last loss ends your time
The way your children smile at you
Sunlight on a cloudy day
A rainbow coming out
After rain has moved away
A good friend, a steadfast mate
A quiet evening, an exciting date
Little Victories are remembered
When that last loss ends your time
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