aussie1981

How Did You Die?

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 a troubles an ounce,
Or a trouble is what you make it.
And it isnt the fact that youre hurt that counts,
But only how did you take it?

You are beaten to earth? Well, well, whats that?
Come up with a smiling face.
Its nothing against you to fall down flat,
But to lie there -- thats disgrace.
The harder youre thrown, why the higher you bounce;
Be proud of your blackened eye!
It isnt the fact that youre licked that counts;
Its how did you fight and why?

And though you be done to 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 comes with a pounce,
And whether hes slow or spry,
It isnt the fact that youre dead that counts,
But only, how did you die?