No Man is an island

I recently heard this read on the radio and in light of the Rugby World cup currently in play and the obvious parallels with team performance  I thought I’d post it here to share for those who may also appreciate its sentiment or  indeed the poem.

No man is an island, 

Entire of itself, 

Every man is a piece of the continent, 

A part of the main. 

If a clod be washed away by the sea, 

Europe is the less. 

As well as if a promontory were. 

As well as if a manor of thy friend’s 

Or of thine own were: 

Any man’s death diminishes me, 

Because I am involved in mankind, 

And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; 

It tolls for thee.
by John Donne

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