Profit From Failure The test of a woman is the fight she makes, The grit that she daily shows; The way she stands on her feet and takes Fate’s numerous bumps and blows. A coward can smile when there’s naught to fear, When nothing her progress bars; But it takes a woman to stand up and cheer While some other fellow stars. It isn’t the victory, after all, But the fight that a sister makes; The woman who, driven against the wall, Still stands up erect and takes The blows of fate with her head held high; Bleeding, and bruised, and pale, Is the woman who’ll win in the by and by, For she isn’t afraid to fail. It’s the bumps you get, and the jolts you get, And the shocks that your courage stands, The hours of sorrow and vain regret, The prize that escapes your hands, That test your mettle and prove your worth; It isn’t the blows you deal, But the blows you take on the good old earth, That show if your stuff is real.
Posted on: Tue, 13 Aug 2013 02:28:30 +0000
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