Don’t Quit
When I was much younger we would have family dinners at my Mamaw Ruby’s house. During the summer months there would be a really good desert that I really loved. It was walnut cake. It didn’t have any icing on it but it was SOO good. It’s been years since I’ve had it. The other day I was sitting in my room thinking about how good a piece of it would be.
For a couple of weeks now I’ve been thinking about picking up a wall clock. I’d like to have one so when I’m working on a project for someone in a different time zone I can know what time it is there. I have a Firefox plugin for this, but, it’s much easier to just look up at a clock.
Last night I needed to go and get some water from my Mamaw Ruby’s house. We also needed to take some fish eggs down to my Grandma & Papaw’s house. They eat them, I don’t see how. They don’t look very appetizing. Anyways. Before we went to get water we went ahead and took those eggs down there and they were just getting back from my Mamaw’s house. They were out there going through some of her things. Pulling things of value out, just in case something was to happen to the house. It wouldn’t surprise me if the house is over a hundred years old. It may be younger, but, it’s definitely old!
Back to my point. When my sister and I went into my grandparents house my grandma asked me if I wanted a piece of walnut cake. Also, a few minutes later my grandpa asked me if I needed a clock.
The cake was really good. It wasn’t the same type I remember having when I was younger because it had icing on it. The clock was one they found in my Mamaw Ruby’s house. It was still in the box, never opened. It’s in the shape of a book. On the left side is the clock, in the middle there is a ribbon for a bookmark and then on the right side is a poem:
Don’t Quit
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will, When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill, When the funds are low and the debts are high, and you want to smile, but you have to sigh, When care is pressing you down a bit, Rest if you must, but don’t quit.
Life is queer 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 of 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 worse, that you must not quit.
Things like this make you wonder, if not realize that there is something out there watching out for you.
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June 5th, 2007 at 8:48 pm
weird. you know how my day is going and by reading this entry, the poem too kinda lifts my spirits.
June 5th, 2007 at 10:07 pm
Very powerful Andy.
And it could not come at a better time.