It Couldn't Be Done

Believe it or not, I'm reading a chapter called "Dealing with Procrastination" in a book called Productivity Power. At the end of the chapter (which is only 5 pages long, guess the writer figured he'd better get to the point before we decided to put it off for a while) is a poem, which I'm going to quote here.

It Couldn't Be Done by Edgar A. Guest

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'd 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 has ever 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 buckle in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;

Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
That "cannot be done" and you'll do it.

I like it. I plan on working "quiddit" into my daily vocabulary too.

Khona Rybak