A Fighter
I fight a battle everyday
Against discouragement and fear;
Some foe stands always in my way,
The path ahead is never clear!
I must for ever be on guard
Against the doubts that skulk along;
I get ahead 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 circumstance,
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,
Ive had to crawl and climb and swim,
Fighting for every 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 dearest plans keep going wrong,
Events combined to thwarp my Will,
But fighting keeps my spirit strong
And I am undefeated still!!!
