It Couldn't Be Done - A Labor Day Poem

 I wanted to share a poem I love and feel is perfect for Labor Day.  It is by Edgar Guest, a writer of sentimental and optimistic poetry.  He was known as the 'People's Poet'.  Born in England in 1881, Edgar came to the United States as a young child with his family.  He published his first poem at 17 years of age.  His poems reflect the American spirit and work ethic that made America great!

Enjoy your family, friends, cook-outs and say goodbye to Summer!

IT COULDN’T BE DONE

Somebody said 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 and 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 has ever done it";
But he took off his coat and he took of 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 and 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.

Edgar Guest

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