Edgar A. Guest
Fate handed the quitter a bump, and he dropped The road seemed too rough to go, so he stopped He thought of his hurt, and there came to his mind The easier path he was leaving behind
It's all much too hard, said the quitter right then I'll stop where I am and not try it again He sat by the road and he made up his tale To tell when men asked why he happened to fail
A thousand excuses flew up to his tongue And these on the thread of his story he strung But the truth of the matter he didn't admit He never once said, I was frightened and quit
Whenever the quitter sits down by the road And drops from the struggle to lighten his load He can always recall to his own peace of mind A string of excuses for falling behind
But somehow or other he can't think of one Good reason for battling and going right on So, when the bump comes and fate hands you a jar Don't baby yourself, boy, whoever you are
Don't pity yourself and talk over your woes Don't think up excuses for dodging the blows But stick to the battle and see the thing through And don't be a quitter, whatever you do
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