How Did You Die by Edmund Vance Cooke Did you tackle that trouble that came your way With a resolute heart and cheerful? Or hide your face from the light of day With a craven soul and fearful? Oh, a troubles a ton, or a troubles an ounce, Or a trouble is what you make it, And it isnt the fact that youre hurt that counts, But only how did you take it? You are beaten to earth? Well, well, whats that! Come up with a smiling face. Its nothing against you to fall down flat, But to lie there--thats disgrace. The harder youre thrown, why the higher you bounce Be proud of your blackened eye! It isnt the fact that youre licked that counts; Its how did you fight--and why? And though you be done to the death, what then? If you battled the best you could, If you played your part in the world of men, Why, the Critic will call it good. Death comes with a crawl, or comes with a pounce, And whether hes slow or spry, It isnt the fact that youre dead that counts, But only how did you die?
Posted on: Tue, 08 Jul 2014 11:54:33 +0000
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