Sometimes life gets so hard that every effort that we put in a task seems futile. Especially, during this post Corona time, everybody is talking about how difficult has become for them. Many of us are on the verge of losing hope. I was too.
If you too are going through this phase, this poem by Edgar A. Guest is for you.
“The world is against me,” he said with a sigh.
The world has me down and it’s keeping me there;
“Somebody stops every scheme that I try
I don’t get a chance. Oh, the world is unfair!
When a fellow is poor then he can’t get a show;
The world is determined to keep him down low.”
“What of Abe Lincoln?” I asked. “Would you say
that he was much richer than you are today?
He hadn’t your chance of making his mark,
And his outlook was often exceedingly dark;
Yet he clung to his purpose with courage most grim
And he got to the top. Was the world against him?
“What of Ben Franklin? I’ve oft heard it said
That many a time he went hungry to bed.
He started with nothing but courage to climb,
But patiently struggled and waited his time.
He dangled awhile from real poverty limb,
Yet he got to the top. Was the world against him?
“I could name you a dozen, yes, hundreds, I guess
Of poor boys who’ve patiently climbed to success;
All boys who were down and struggled alone,
Who’d have thought themselves rich if your fortune
Yet they rose in the world you’re so quick to condemn
And I’m asking you now, was the world against them?”
-Edgar A Guest