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, you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit.
Life is unique with its twists and turns,
As everyone of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure 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.
Success is failure turned inside out–
The silver tint of the clouds no doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit–
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.
The author of the poem is unknown, but it was read at the funeral of Rick Anderson, my cousin, father and fellow activist. I also read this and another poem at a Vigil for Victims in Madison early in June 2010, which I archived on my YouTube channel.
Originally posted 2010-12-11 12:34:33. Republished by Blog Post Promoter