It Couldn't Be Done, Life, and Don't Quit are three of Edgar Albert Guest's most inspiring and motivating poems.
The third one Don't Quit was one that I have enjoyed for years not knowing it was by Guest. It is printed on many cards and plaques as encouragement to those who are ready to give up.
Edgar Albert Guest, known as the People's Poet, was a prolific American poet born in Birmingham, England in 1881. He came to the United States with his family when he was 10 years old and went on to become a naturalized citizen in 1902.
Guest's
career began at the Detroit Free Press, first as a copy boy, and then a
reporter. At heart he was always a newspaperman, yet during his life he
wrote over 11,000 poems, 300 of which were published in different
newspapers. For over 30 years, not a day went by that the Free Press
was printed without a Guest verse on its pages. He was the only person
to be made Poet Laureate of Michigan.
One of the things that made Guest so popular and enjoyable to read was that he wrote with such simplicity yet was able to transform what was ordinary into eloquent, optimistic and uplifting language.
His own formula to success was: "I take simple everyday things that happen to me and I figure it happens to a lot of other people and I make simple rhymes out of them."
So he buckled right in with
the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.
Somebody scoffed: "Oh,
you'll never do that;
At least no one ever has done it;"
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
And the first thing we knew he'd begun it.
With a lift of his chin and
a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.
There are thousands to tell
you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure;
There are thousands to point out to you, one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a
bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
That "cannot be done," and you'll do it.
Life is a gift that the
humblest may boast of
And one that the humblest may well make the most of.
Get out and live it each hour of the day,
Wear it and use it as much as you may;
Don't keep it in niches and corners and grooves,
You'll find that in service its beauty improves.
Life is queer with its
twists and turns.
As everyone of us sometimes learns.
And many a fellow turns about when he might have won had he stuck it
out.
Don't give up though the pace seems slow - you may succeed with another
blow.
Often the goal is nearer than it seems to a faint and faltering man;
Often the struggler has
given up when he might have
captured the victor's cup;
and he learned too late when the night came down,
how close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned
inside out - the silver tint
of the clouds of doubt,
and when you never can tell how close you are,
it may be near when it seems afar;
so stick to the fight when you're hardest hit - it's when things seem
worst, you must not quit.