Like a goose flying tail,
Or alone waiting mail;
Like a fly on the strand,
Or initials in sand.
Never give up.
You're fouled on a fair play
With the crowd in your face;
You shoot from the blocks
To a false-started race.
Never give up.
You're stranded on the shoulder
With a tire gone flat;
Or walking a dark stretch
With a load on your back.
Never give up.
You're lying in a sitting room,
With a match and a spoon;
Staring at the bare wall,
And your skin starts to crawl.
Never give up.
You'll get your lead;
The strand may break;
The tide will turn;
You've lost the taste;
The spare's in your trunk;
Friends lighten your load.
Never give up.
There's light down the road.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem