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