Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

The Quitter - Poem by Robert William Service

When you're lost in the Wild, and you're scared as a child,
And Death looks you bang in the eye,
And you're sore as a boil, it's according to Hoyle
To cock your revolver and . . . die.
But the Code of a Man says: "Fight all you can,"
And self-dissolution is barred.
In hunger and woe, oh, it's easy to blow . . .
It's the hell-served-for-breakfast that's hard.

"You're sick of the game!" Well, now, that's a shame.
You're young and you're brave and you're bright.
"You've had a raw deal!" I know -- but don't squeal,
Buck up, do your damnedest, and fight.
It's the plugging away that will win you the day,
So don't be a piker, old pard!
Just draw on your grit; it's so easy to quit:
It's the keeping-your-chin-up that's hard.

It's easy to cry that you're beaten -- and die;
It's easy to crawfish and crawl;
But to fight and to fight when hope's out of sight --
Why, that's the best game of them all!
And though you come out of each gruelling bout,
All broken and beaten and scarred,
Just have one more try -- it's dead easy to die,
It's the keeping-on-living that's hard.


Comments about The Quitter by Robert William Service

  • Rookie - 0 Points Chris Merritt (9/29/2011 5:22:00 AM)

    Love this poem, a kind of mantra for life. I have it tattooed on my back. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Jim Armstrong (6/17/2009 7:45:00 AM)

    ...gotta love this guy! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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