In honor of my mother

This post is for my mom, who had this poem tacked to the kitchen bulletin board when I was a kid.

I made fun of it mercilessly, reciting it in a highly overly-dramatic fashion. She would just laugh and say, "Go ahead, make fun, but it's true all the same!"

And you know what? I'm sure that this poem, and the underlying sentiment (which is far more powerful than this somewhat corny poem would suggest), rubbed off onto me.

So, thanks, Mom!

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Don't Quit!

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 debt is 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 everyone 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 seems worst, that you must not quit.

Author Unknown