The Better Thing
It is better to lose with a conscience clean
Than to win by a trick unfair;
It is better to fail and know you 've been,
Whatever the prize was, square,
Than to claim the joy of a far off goal
And the cheers of the standers-by,
And to know deep down in your inmost soul
A cheat you must live and die.
Who wins by trick may take the prize
And at first he may think it sweet,
But many a day in the future lies
When he '11 wish he had met defeat.
For the man who lost will be glad at heart
And walk with his head up high,
While his conqueror knows he must play the par
Of a cheat and a living lie.
The prize seems fair when the fight is on,
But save it is truly won
You will hate the thing when the crowds are gone
For it stands for a false deed done.
And it's better you should never reach your goal
Than ever success to buy
At the price of knowing down deep in your soul
That your glory is all a lie.