DEFEAT No one is beat till he quits, No one is through till he stops, No matter how hard Failure hits, No matter how often he drops, A fellows s not down till he lies In the dust and refuses to rise. Fate can slam him and bang him around, And batter his frame till hes sore, But she never can say that hes downed While he bobs up serenely for more. A fellows not dead till he dies, Nor beat till no longer he tries. Edgar A. Guest
Posted on: Mon, 30 Jun 2014 00:15:00 +0000