Hey everyone. I know, I’ve been terrible at keeping up with this blog (my apologies). I’ll try to do better (and hope you forgive me when I forget to keep posting again. Sigh.
Anyway, today I had something I thought you might be interested in, and although it’s no specifically writing related, per say, it’s certainly still very relevant to the publishing process, and indeed all of life. It’s my favorite poem which I may have perma-borrowed from my mom when I moved out, but which ever since I first found it in my early teens, has meant a great deal to me.
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low, and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit —
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a person turns about
When they might have won had they stuck it out.
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow —
You may succeed with another blow.
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 —
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit, —
It’s when things seem worst that you mustn’t quit.
(My copy on the base says: Paula, 1978)
Well, there it is, my favorite poem. I’m not the only one (check out this link to website dedicated to it and providing more information if you’re interested.) I know I’ve sometimes had to stand before it and trust in the words, and it’s gotten me through. May this provide a little pick-me-up for all of you out there today, too.
Thanks for reading. Have a great week.