Don’t You Quit

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit-
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a fellow turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow –
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man;
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor’s cup;
And he learned too late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out –
The silver tint in the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It might be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit –
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.

(c) Author

Don’t. You. Quit. 🙂


Love was

Love was a scribble

Every stroke so glumly done

So haphazard — that one

could ever be oblivious of

What the lines and curves

Would spell

Love is

Love is a couplet

Two lines that rhyme and fit

Words are its rock —

Sweet, reassuring, dearest

Hold right and tight the plume

And the couplet runs ceaseless

Love will be

Love will be these blank pages

Pure, and white and innocent

Forever it will be waiting

Until we write on it —

commas, apostrophes,

quotations, ellipsis



Spring in the City


I saw a crocus blooming in the park,

I felt a hint of magic in the air,

I heard faint music sighing everywhere,

And so, as all the world, grew softly dark—

I found again the hope that never dies,

And hungrily, without-flung arms,

I came once more to you.

And when you spoke my name

I read springtime eternal in your eyes!


-from Crossroads by Margaret Sangster

The River and the Tree


“You are white and tall and swaying,” sang the river to the tree,

“And your leaves are touched with silver—but you never smile on me;

For your branches murmur love songs to the sun- kissed turquoise sky,

And you seem so far above me that I always hurry by!”

“You are laughing in your shallows, you are somber in your deeps,

And below your shining surface there’s a heart that never sleeps;

But all day you pass me, dancing, and at evening time you dream,

And I didn’t think you liked me,” sang the birch- tree to the stream.

So they got a bit acquainted on a glowing summer day,

And they found they liked each other (which is often times the way);

And the river got so friendly, and it ran so very slow,

That the birch-tree shone reflected in the water down below!


-from Crossroads by Margaret Sangster


Each step she takes,
each leap,
she becomes the archetype
of taken for granted
Left with no choice
she always has to
do the first move;
as if piece by piece
she was made to fill
the frontline of
the battleground
She is always willing
to give space, to give way;
willing to void the spots
she once filled –
because she knew
no one has ever been
afraid of losing her
Every piece of her
has never been averse
of supporting,
every portion of her has
never been cowed to die
so to let others live
Still, the pathways she paved,
the courage she devoted –
all seemed so insignificant
in everybody’s eyes,
no one cares
she’s just too small,
too weak to be valued
But whatever she is
to anybody else’s sight,
she steps forward,
she leaps forward,
she goes no other direction
but forward –
That’s because she knows
forward will always lead
to being something, someone;
she knows that the queen
was once
just a pawn
who kept on