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Poem to Robert Jack

Posted By: Bill (St.Annes not Blackpool)
Date: Sunday, 2 July 2000, at 11:00 a.m.

This poem was written by Edgar A. Guest, an English-born American poet who died in 1959 at the age of 78. IT COULDN'T BE DONE 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 until 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 "you'll never do that. At least no-one has ever done it". But he took of his coat and he took of 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 an doubting or quiddity, 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 to sing as you tackle the thing that "can't be done" and you'll do it.

Thanks Jack for doing what we thought could never be done. Bill (St. Annes not Blackpool)