This is an old poem and probably kinda simplistic-sounding, but when I relate it to my drinking and the destruction and despair in my life (and damage to others lives) on a line-by-line basis, it really helps me lift my spirits.
DONT QUIT When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road youre trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but dont you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Dont give up though the pace seems slow,
You may succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than, It seems to a faint and faltering man, Often the struggler has given up, When he might have captured the victor's cup, And he learned too late when the night slipped down, How close he was to the golden crown.
The God of my understanding never quit on me,so line by line as I read it and digest it, and day by day as long as I have breath left....I will not quit! thanks Lee...
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Selfishness-self-centeredness! That, we think, is the root of our troubles.
Reminds me of a poem by William Ernest Henley that my Father kept folded in his wallet for his entire adult life (then that cowardly d-bag, Timothy McVey, used them as his last words)
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul
Gentlemen, Appreciate, as always, the motivational words.....whoever the author be. May those struggling to find their way carefully ponder upon the words of both these poems. Wanda
I always like to change things to suit me (terminal uniqueness?) So I'd change the last line to "He is the captain of my soul". Thanks for sharing guys.
