This is a favorite poem of mine. I memorized it when I was younger, and it has served me well over the years...
It Couldn't Be Done
Somebody said that it couldn't be done
But he with a chuckle replied
That "maybe it couldn't," but he would be one
Who wouldn't say so till he tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it!
Somebody scoffed: "Oh, you'll never do that;
At least no one ever has done it;"
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat
And the first thing we knew he'd begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.
There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure,
There are thousands to point out to you one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing
That "cannot be done," and you'll do it.
Edgar Albert Guest (1881-1959)
3 commenti:
Robin- This was written Feb 22 and today is March 4th! Please don't tell me you've forsaken the blogging world! We miss you! Come back to us, Robin! ;P
I miss you too, Robin! I know we've been seeing a lot of you lately, but it's not the same thing. :)
James and Leah,
Sorry it's been so long...I do have a life other than bloging however, unlike SOME people :P
I shall try to post more often, we'll see if it really happens!
~Robin <><
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