Thursday, March 26, 2009

"It Couldn't Be Done"
(by Edward A. Guest)

April's looming large for about a million different reasons none of which I desire to go into at the moment--only cause I'm tired--not cause they're secret.  I've been repeating the following poem in my mind over and over cause it gives me a reasonable amount of motivation and determination when I'm on the verge of overwhelmed.  It's one of the the first poems I ever remember memorizing.  I got it from a poetry book my Gma Miller gave me when I was about eight.  She had gone through and starred all the ones she loved.  This one got two stars...and it's come in handy throughout the years....thanks Gram.

Somebody said that it couldn’t be done,
But, he with a chuckle replied
That "maybe it couldn’t," but he would be one
Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried.
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 he 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.

Don't expect I'll be doing much singing 
or grinning--but hey one can always hope....


Jayne Layne said...

hang in there! This is what gma Miller taught me...

Betty botter bought some butter, but said she this butters bitter, if I put it in my batter it will make my batter bitter, so she went to buy some better butter, better than the bitter butter, and she put it in her batter and it made her batter better.

Mitch said...

Hahahaha! No comment. Just wanted to say that Jayne's comment really made me laugh cause i totally remember grandma saying that. Your poem is still good though Jen ;)

Ann Marie said...

I have missed you!!!
You need to call me again sometime so I know your alive.. for real!

I have heard this poem before.. but it was very long ago.. I am going to have to print it off and hang it up.. Good thoughts..

Jek said...

I just remember living in Grandma's basement during college years and every morning she would YELL down stairs "do you want some toast?", how about jelly on it?, do you want some fruit, some orange juice?" Continually yelling about food until i came up the stairs!! SOOOOO many great memories. I MISS her so much!

Suzanne said...

JEENNN!!!!! I don't know what you are going through, but big bear hugs GGRRRR((((((Jennifer))))))GGRR!!

Your poem reminded me of the story of the boy who keeps falling down during the race and the voice keeps telling him to get up and win the race.

YOU CAN DO IT!! Positive vibes from Utah!!! Hang in there and keep your chin up! -Suzanne

Up in Bubbles said...

Cute, I love that poem. Right now I could use some insperation and determination. So much to do so little time. Kel

VEGAS VIC said...

Good poem. Got the YW dinner over tonight, great salad, tons of comments. Poem would have come in handy, too late now.
Miss the noise here.