We are not here to play, to dream, to drift;
We have hard work to do, and loads to lift;
Shun not the struggle – face it; ‘tis God’s gift.
Say not, “The days are evil. Who’s to blame?”
And fold the hands and acquiesce – oh shame!
Stand up; speak out, and bravely, in God’s name.
It matters not how deep intrenched the wrong,
How hard the battle goes, the day how long;
Faint not – fight on! Tomorrow comes the song.
M.D. Babcock wrote the above poem. I don’t know how but I came across this poem in the year 2007, and since then, I must say every time I feel a little low or when I think everyone seems fine but me, that is to say, when I suffer from any kind of inferiority complexes, I turn to this poem and read it out as loud as I can, and say to myself, “Be Strong!”
And, after doing that I always feel better. I hope the reader here will find this poem as motivational as I have found.
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