26/07/2020
When u’re lost in the world and u’re scared as a child
And Death looks you bang in the eye
And u’re sore as a boil, it’s according to Hoyle
To c**k your revolver and...die
But the code of a man says,”Fight all you can”
And self dissolution is barred
In hunger and woe, oh it’s easy to blow
It’s the hell-served-for-breakfast that’s hard🌵
‘U’re sick of the game!’ Well, now that’s a shame
U’re young and u’re brave and u’re bright
‘U’ve had a raw deal!’ I know but don’t squeal
Buck up, do your damnedest and fight
It’s a plugging away that will win you the day
So don’t be a piker, old pard!
Just draw on your grit; it’s so easy to quit
It’s keeping-your-chin-up that’s hard🍂
It’s easy to cry that u’re beaten and die
It’s easy to crawfish and crawl
But to fight and to fight when hope’s out of sight
Why that’s the best game of them all!
And though you come out of each gruelling bout
All broken and beaten and scarred
Just have one more try; it’s dead easy to die
It’s keeping-on-living that’s hard🥀
~Robert Service
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