robscarlett

Did you tackle the 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?
A trouble's a ton or a trouble's an ounce for a trouble is what you make it.
For it isn't the fact that you're hurt that counts but only how did you take it.
And if you're beaten to earth? What's that? Come up with a smiling face.
It isn't against you to fall down flat but to lie there...that's the disgrace.
The harder you're thrown, why the higher you bounce. Be proud of your blackened eye.
Cause it isn't the fact that you're beat that counts...but how did you fight...and why.
And if you're done unto death? What then?
If you've battled the best you've could. If you've played your part in the role of men the critics will call it good.
Cause death comes with a crawl...or it comes with a pounce.
And whether she's slow or spry...
it isn't the fact that you're dead that counts...
but only...
How did you die?

I hope you all are well.

*hug*