BELIEF

It Couldn’t Be Done
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 a 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 we knew, he’d begun it;
With the 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 right in, with a bit of a grin,
Then take off your coat and go to it;
Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing
That “cannot be done,” and you’ll do it!
Edgar A. Guest