I’m not in the habit of using other people’s work to drive my point across but for this weekend I have reluctantly made an exception. Growing up I learnt that often times, when you want someone to complete the simplest tasks you would have to say that the instructions come from a more authoritative figure. I never understood why though, but for the sake of sanity and getting the job done, I just went with the flow. So this weekend, in an effort to reach that young man who maybe thinking of quitting because he is afraid of a little hard work or to the young woman who has second thoughts about a class because a teacher or lecturer was too hard on her, this poem is dedicated to you.
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow–
You may succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor’s cup,
And he learned too late when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out–
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit–
It’s when things seem worst that you mustn’t quit.