In everyone"s life time there will be moments that
we need to hang on to certain truths- this was mine- i hope
it will help some-one else.written by Robert Service.



When you"re lost in the wild, and you"re scared
as a child,
And death looks you bang in the eye,
And you"re sore as a boil, it's according to
hoyle
to length your revolver and - - - die.

but the code of a man says: "fight all you can",
And self-dissolution is barred.
in hunger and woe, oh, it"s easy to blow - - -
It"s the hell- served-for-breakfast that"s
hard.

"You"re sick of the game!" Well, now, that"s
a shame.
You"re young and you"re brave and you"re
bright.
"You"ve had a raw deal!" i know-but don"t
squeal,
buck up, do your damnedest, and fight.
it"s the plugging away that will win the day,
so don"t be a piker, old pard!
just draw on your grit: it"s so easy to quit:
it"s the keeping-your-chin-up that"s hard.

it"s easy to cry that you"re beaten- - and die
it's easy to crawfish and crawl
but to fight and to fight when hope's out of sight-
Why, that's the best game of them all!
and though you come out of each gruelling bout,
all broken and beaten and scarred,
just have one more try--it"s dead easy to die,
It's the keeping-on-living that's hard.


Robert Service