Today has actually been a very nice day for me. My studying went well and I can’t complain about anything else, but you know as well as I that nice days are not every day. (And for me, nice days are greatly outnumbered by days that have been frustrating and tiring in some way or another.) I get discouraged and my problems in life are so insignificant that it’s pathetic! This is a poem that I have always found encouraging. It is stuff that we have all probably heard before, but it’s still nice to hear again. Hope you enjoy it as well.
How Did You Die
Edmund Vance Cooke
Did you tackle that trouble that came your way
With a resolute heart and cheerful?
Or hide your face from the light of day
With a craven soul and fearful?
Oh, a troubles a ton, or trouble’s an ounce,
Or trouble is what you make it,
And it isn’t the fact that you’re hurt that counts,
But only how did you take it?
You are beaten to Earth? Well, well, what’s that!
Come up with a smiling face.
It’s nothing against you to fall down flat,
But to lie there – that’s disgrace.
The harder you’re thrown, why the higher you bounce’
Be proud of your blackened eye!
It isn’t the fact that you’re licked that counts,
It’s how did you fight – and why?
And though you be done to the death, what then?
If you battled the best you could,
If you played your part in the world of men,
Why, the Critic will call it good.
Death comes with a crawl, or it comes with a pounce,
And whether he’s slow or spry,
It isn’t the fact that you’re dead that counts,
But only how did you die?