THE FIGHTER
I fight a battle every
day
Against discouragement and fear;
Some foe stand always in my
way,
The path ahead is never clear!
I must forever be on
guard,
Against the doubts that skulk along;
I get ahead by fighting
hard,
But fighting keeps my spirit strong.
I hear the croakings of
Despair,
The dark predictions of the weak;
I find myself pursued by
care,
No matter what the end I seek;
My victories are small and
few,
It matters not how hard I strive;
Each day the fight begins
anew,
But fighting keeps my hopes alive.
My Dreams are spoiled by
circumstances,
My plans are wrecked by Fate or
Luck;
Some hour, perhaps, will bring my chance;
But that great hour has never
struck;
My progress has been slow and hard,
I've had to climb and crawl and
swim,
Fighting for each stubborn yard,
But I have kept in fighting
trim.
I have to fight my
doubts away
And be on guard against my
fears;
The feeble croaking of Dismay
Has been familiar through the
years;
My deepest plans keep going wrong,
Events combine to thwart my
will;
But fighting keeps my spirit strong,
And I am undefeated
still!
Author
Unknown
