Tuesday, January 03, 2006

The Quitter

I'm doing great right now, but I just ran into this poem in a back folder in my desk. It may sound corny, but this has gotten me through many difficult times, and given me the motivation to keep plugging away.


The Quitter

When you're lost in the Wild, and you're scared as a child,
And Death looks you bang in the eye,
And you're sore as a boil, it's according to Hoyle
To cock your revolver and . . . die.
But the Code of a Man says: "Fight all you can,"
And self-dissolution is barred.
In hunger and woe, oh, it's easy to blow . . .
It's the hell-served-for-breakfast that's hard.

"You're sick of the game!" Well, now, that's a shame.
You're young and you're brave and you're bright.
"You've had a raw deal!" I know -- but don't squeal,
Buck up, do your damnedest, and fight.
It's the plugging away that will win you the day,
So don't be a piker, old pard!
Just draw on your grit; it's so easy to quit:
It's the keeping-your-chin-up that's hard.

It's easy to cry that you're beaten -- and die;
It's easy to crawfish and crawl;
But to fight and to fight when hope's out of sight --
Why, that's the best game of them all!
And though you come out of each gruelling bout,
All broken and beaten and scarred,
Just have one more try -- it's dead easy to die,
It's the keeping-on-living that's hard.

--- Robert Service


lysie6211 said...

That's a great poem.

Jon said...

Thanks Lysie. BTW - I like your blog.


That is an awsome and truthful poem! Motivation to keep on truckin! Thank you for posting that!

ombren said...

oh wow! that is a beautiful poem. i may have to print it out and paste it on a wall, as a reminder.

Jon said...

ombren - I like your blog also!