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Posted by: ivcevich (69.243.187.---)
Date: October 21, 2007 01:07PM

starts like this-----the quitter striving for the top remains where he decides to stop,yea both weary and afraid,where he ceased to try, he stayed----


Re: poem
Posted by: ilza-maria (200.162.233.---)
Date: May 07, 2008 07:53AM

after a sabatic year, here is your answer
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Gettysburg Times, The
Saturday, November 22, 1952 Gettysburg, Pennsylvania

a column by E. A. Guest (who else ?!)

He quit! Both weary and afraid
And where he ceased to try he stayed,
But one with courage still to try
Though just as weary passed him by.
The quitter, striving for the top,
Remains where he decides to stop,
And thus he lets his rival know
No further will he dare to go.
Oh, whether it be work or game,
With quitters all it's still the. same.
When they drop out they pass the chance
To someone eager to advance.
He may succeed who battles on
Until the last faint hope is gone.
But this is proved in many ways
That where he stops the quitter stays.
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but he has another poem titled The quitter ...
so, what happened ... ?

The Quitter
by Edgar A. Guest

Fate handed the quitter a bump, and he dropped
The road seemed too rough to go, so he stopped
He thought of his hurt, and there came to his mind
The easier path he was leaving behind

It's all much too hard, said the quitter right then
I'll stop where I am and not try it again
He sat by the road and he made up his tale
To tell when men asked why he happened to fail

A thousand excuses flew up to his tongue
And these on the thread of his story he strung
But the truth of the matter he didn't admit
He never once said, I was frightened and quit

Whenever the quitter sits down by the road
And drops from the struggle to lighten his load
He can always recall to his own peace of mind
A string of excuses for falling behind

But somehow or other he can't think of one
Good reason for battling and going right on
So, when the bump comes and fate hands you a jar
Don't baby yourself, boy, whoever you are

Don't pity yourself and talk over your woes
Don't think up excuses for dodging the blows
But stick to the battle and see the thing through
And don't be a quitter, whatever you do


Re: poem
Posted by: IanAKB (124.168.50.---)
Date: May 07, 2008 08:26AM

Interesting how much better a composition the second one is.

Ian


Re: poem
Posted by: ilza-maria (200.162.233.---)
Date: May 07, 2008 08:36AM

curious, isnīt it ?




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