Maybe, if you’d try, young fellow,
You could make the grade.
But you’ll never do it sitting
Idle and afraid.
Maybe, if that job you’d tackle
With your might and main,
You could do it. But to sit there
Dreading it, is vain.
Maybe, if you worked, young fellow,
You could reach the top.
But you’ll never get there while you
At each barrier stop.
If you’d only keep on going
You might climb the bluff,
But you’ll never do it grumbling
That the road is rough.
If you’d buckle in, young fellow,
You might win a prize.
But rewards are only given
To the youth who tries.
Sitting down and loudly sighing
At each sign of care
Will not, this is straight, young fellow,
Get you anywhere.
You could make the grade.
But you’ll never do it sitting
Idle and afraid.
Maybe, if that job you’d tackle
With your might and main,
You could do it. But to sit there
Dreading it, is vain.
Maybe, if you worked, young fellow,
You could reach the top.
But you’ll never get there while you
At each barrier stop.
If you’d only keep on going
You might climb the bluff,
But you’ll never do it grumbling
That the road is rough.
If you’d buckle in, young fellow,
You might win a prize.
But rewards are only given
To the youth who tries.
Sitting down and loudly sighing
At each sign of care
Will not, this is straight, young fellow,
Get you anywhere.
-Edgar A. Guest
humm I wonder who this was meant for!
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