As athletes gather round the track, Or players take the field, There's not an honest sport but claims The best that each can yield. With body fit and mind alert, And spirit disciplined, We beat fatigue and fight it out, And get our second wind. Let all the fans go mad with joy If victory comes their way; And staid spectators rise to greet The hero of the day: But whether it was won or lost, May everyone agree It was the game the mattered most, And not the victory. Our life itself is like a race, The great apostle said- The game of games we must all play For more than daily bread. Whatever spells true happiness Let none of us destroy, For God has given us all these things Most richly to enjoy.