Somebody said that it couldn’t be done,
But, he with a chuckle replied
That "maybe it couldn’t," but he would be one
Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it.
Somebody scoffed: "Oh, you’ll never do that;
At least no one has done it";
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
And the first thing we knew he’d begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it.
There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure;
There are thousands to point out to you one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle it in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
That "couldn’t be done," and you’ll do it.
Poem: Edgar A Guest
5 comments:
Had me on the edge of my seat though!
Nice to meet you with Bruce the other night Al.
Got home from work in time for the winning point. Watching the rest now. Edge of the seat stuff all the way. Boris Becker summed it up for me - "It was a three set win, but a five set victory!"
It was nice to met you and the pup too Del. Maybe again eh no?
Cheers.
Hari OM
Fantastic post Alistair - never seen this one before!
Oh my - I was online with Aitch and she chatterboxed the entire match to me; even from here it was nailbiting stuff and Voovoo the Vaio went hoarse with the tap-tap-tapping!!!!!!
Have a great week, YAM xx
Thanks Yamini,
I thought this one was appropriate all things considered. Glad you liked it.
A
I was amazed to hear it had been that long since a Brit won the title! Congratulations to Andy! Well done!
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