It Couldn’t Be Done…or could it?

This is one of my favorite poems. I hope you all enjoy it.

(Miracle was one of those “can’t be done”s. I thank God that it can be done!)

By-Edgar A. Guest
”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 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.
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 know, he'd begun it. With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin, without any doubting or "quit-it". He started to sing as he tackled the thing that couldn't 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 in to sing as you tackle the thing that cannot be done--and you'll do it!’

Until our next chat…

Beth Joy