Pluck
There’s no thrill in easy sailing when the skies are clear and blue,
There’s no joy in merely doing things which any one can do,
But there is some satisfaction that is mighty sweet to take
When you reach a destination that you never thought you’d make.
So when everything’s against you and your plans are going wrong,
Just face the situation and keep moving right along -
Don’t sit down and wail and whimper, even though you may be stuck,
You’re not absolutely helpless if you still possess your pluck.
When things are running crosswise and the engine’s out of gear,
When the road is rough and rocky and the sky is far from clear,
When you’re plainly up against it and you’re surely out of luck,
That’s the time to use your courage and to show your stock of pluck.
Most any one can travel on a road that’s smooth and clear,
And any one can get there is he only has to steer;
But when the motor’s balky and you’re running in the muck,
If you’re ever going to get there you must call upon your pluck.
By Edgar A. Guest (1920)
Edgar Albert ‘Eddie’ Guest was born on 20 August 1881 in Birmingham, England. He immigrated with his family to the United States of America in 1891. From his first published work in the “Detroit Free Press” until his passing in 1959, he penned some 11,000 poems that were syndicated in 300 newspapers and collected into more than twenty books. Mr. Guest is reputed to have had a new poem published in a newspaper every day for more than thirty years. He became known as ‘The People’s Poet,’ writing poems that were of a sentimental and optimistic nature. Edgar Albert ‘Eddie’ Guest passed on at 77 years of age on 5 August 1959 in Detroit, Michigan, United States of America.
There’s no thrill in easy sailing when the skies are clear and blue,
There’s no joy in merely doing things which any one can do,
But there is some satisfaction that is mighty sweet to take
When you reach a destination that you never thought you’d make.
So when everything’s against you and your plans are going wrong,
Just face the situation and keep moving right along -
Don’t sit down and wail and whimper, even though you may be stuck,
You’re not absolutely helpless if you still possess your pluck.
When things are running crosswise and the engine’s out of gear,
When the road is rough and rocky and the sky is far from clear,
When you’re plainly up against it and you’re surely out of luck,
That’s the time to use your courage and to show your stock of pluck.
Most any one can travel on a road that’s smooth and clear,
And any one can get there is he only has to steer;
But when the motor’s balky and you’re running in the muck,
If you’re ever going to get there you must call upon your pluck.
By Edgar A. Guest (1920)
Edgar Albert ‘Eddie’ Guest was born on 20 August 1881 in Birmingham, England. He immigrated with his family to the United States of America in 1891. From his first published work in the “Detroit Free Press” until his passing in 1959, he penned some 11,000 poems that were syndicated in 300 newspapers and collected into more than twenty books. Mr. Guest is reputed to have had a new poem published in a newspaper every day for more than thirty years. He became known as ‘The People’s Poet,’ writing poems that were of a sentimental and optimistic nature. Edgar Albert ‘Eddie’ Guest passed on at 77 years of age on 5 August 1959 in Detroit, Michigan, United States of America.
