13 October 2016

Keep On Keeping On, Gentle Ladies

Clip Art Courtesy of Microsoft

I learned of this poem many years ago and have seen it attributed to men from Saint Jude to Edgar A. Guest.  My guess at authorship would be Guest as the poem meshes well with his other, known works.  

The poem came to mind after I received an e-mail from a former student who wrote that she was giving up on living FW teachings, her long-term weight loss process, educating her children at home, and organizing her home--all of which she had desired to do for some time. 

You haven't failed if you cease some human occupation; you have simply decided to do something else for a time.  If you decide not to live FW teachings anymore, remember that they are always here for you and you can pick them up again later.  You haven't "failed" at FW.  The same thing is true with the weight loss, the home education, or any other human endeavor.  At the same time, I have seen repeatedly that women who push through a time of difficulty (and I include myself among their number) are closer to achieving their goals than they suspect. 

I hope this poem encourages her and you all as it did and does me. The italics are mine.  As always, I hope that my little "woman-to-woman" ideas have helped.

"Don't You Quit" (authorship unknown - in the public domain)

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When 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 don't 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 if he'd stuck it out.
Don't 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.

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 afar;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit -
It's when things seem worst that you mustn't quit.


Laura Jeanne said...

What a wonderful poem! Thank you for posting it. I'm printing it out for the front of my fridge this very moment. :)

Cynthia Berenger said...

Dear Laura,

You are very welcome! Printing and posting the poem is a fine idea; I am going to do that, too.

Agape always,