It couldn’t be done

As I’ve been a dreamer all my life, I’ve always envisioned doing things which many people would immediately point out flaws in and why it wasn’t possible. Some things I accomplised, some I failed in and some I’m trying right now. But one thing I always did was listen to people, tell them that I really appreciate their concern, I love them and respect them BUT fuck you! I’m doing it.

I’ve always had that attitude and when I read this poem by Edgar Guest it made me smile or grin as the poet says and sing that cannot be done, I’ll do it. Sharing it hear today for someone else to read and be inspired.

Somebody said that it couldn’t be done
     But he with a chuckle replied
That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one
     Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
     On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
     That couldn’t be done, and he did it!

Somebody scoffed: “Oh, you’ll never do that;
     At least no one ever has done it;”
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat
     And the first thing we knew he’d begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
     Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
     That couldn’t be done, and he did it.

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
     There are thousands to prophesy failure,
There are thousands to point out to you one by one,
     The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
     Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing
     That “cannot be done,” and you’ll do it.