Wednesday, November 4, 2009


A year or so ago, during a low slump, a friend passed a card to me that had this poem on it. I found it today in my daytimer, and pass it along.

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all up hill,
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 strange 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.

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 worse,
that you must not quit.

1 comment:

  1. Amen brother! I would also quote to you T.R.'s (Roosevelt) famous ode to the "man in the arena."
    To be an artist, whether performance, fine, or what-not is one of the highest callings. While people like me just "comment, kibbutz, criticize and carp" like you Mark actually CREATE. Maximum kudos and salutes.