It Couldn’t Be Done

I was speaking with Dr. Patricia Rogers when she started sharing a poem she had memorized. The poem is about a man, however, when Dr. Rogers recited the poem, the “he” was replaced with a “she.”

I was impressed by the fact she had memorized it and it was about a woman. So, you can imagine my surprise to discover the poem was about a man.

I like the, I hope you will to. As far as I am concerned, it fits both genders! Please enjoy this poem, “It Couldn’t Be Done,” by Edgar Albert Guest.

It Couldn’t Be Done

BY EDGAR ALBERT GUEST

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.

Until next time, stay safe, and keep the faith.