The Quitter
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When youre lost in the Wild, and youre scared as a child,
And Death looks you bang in the eye,
And youre sore as a boil, its according to Hoyle
To cock 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, its easy to blow . . .
Its the hell-served-for-breakfast thats hard.
Youre sick of the game! Well, now thats a shame.
Youre young and youre brave and youre bright.
Youve had a raw deal! I knowbut dont squeal,
Buck up, do your damnedest, and fight.
Its the plugging away that will win you the day,
So dont be a piker, old pard!
Just draw on your grit, its so easy to quit.
Its the keeping-your chin-up thats hard.
Its easy to cry that youre beatenand die;
Its easy to crawfish and crawl;
But to fight and to fight when hopes out of sight
Why thats the best game of them all!
And though you come out of each grueling bout,
All broken and battered and scarred,
Just have one more tryits dead easy to die,
Its the keeping-on-living thats hard.
Robert Service, 1907