Opportunity ~ Poem by

Opportunity

With doubt and dismay you are smitten
    You think there’s no chance for you, son?
  Why, the best books haven’t been written
    The best race hasn’t been run,
  The best score hasn’t been made yet,
    The best song hasn’t been sung,
  The best tune hasn’t been played yet,
    Cheer up, for the world is young!

  No chance? Why the world is just eager
    For things that you ought to create
  Its store of true wealth is still meagre
    Its needs are incessant and great,

“It yearns for more power and beauty
    More laughter and love and romance,
  More loyalty, labor and duty,
    No chance—why there’s nothing but chance!

  For the best verse hasn’t been rhymed yet,
    The best house hasn’t been planned,
  The highest peak hasn’t been climbed yet,
    The mightiest rivers aren’t spanned,
  Don’t worry and fret, faint hearted,
    The chances have just begun,
  For the Best jobs haven’t been started,
    The Best work hasn’t been done.

Berton Braley

Excerpt From
It Can Be Done / Poems of Inspiration

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Life Hack: You’re Never Too Old

“Every Day” Poem by Susan Coolidge

Every day is a fresh beginning,
Every morn is the world made new.
You who are weary of sorrow and sinning,
Here is a beautiful hope for you,
A hope for me and a hope for you.

Every day is a fresh beginning;
Listen, my soul, to the glad refrain,

And, spite of old sorrow and older sinning,
And puzzles forecasted and possible pain,
Take heart with the day, and begin again.

Susan Coolidge.

Excerpt From
The Optimist’s Good Morning

“Look to this Day” From the Sanskrit

“Look to this day!
For it is life, the very life of life.
In its brief course lie all the
Varieties and realities of your existence;
The bliss of growth,
The glory of action,
The splendor of beauty:
For yesterday is but a dream,
And tomorrow is only a vision,
But to-day well-lived makes
Every yesterday a dream of happiness,
And every tomorrow a vision of hope.
Look well, therefore to this day!

Such is the salutation of the dawn.

From the Sanskrit.”

Excerpt From
The Optimist’s Good Morning

“What Is To Come” Poem by William Ernest Henley

What is to Come

That what has been was good—was good to show,

Better to hide, and best of all to bear.

We are the masters of the days that were:

We have lived, we have loved, we have suffered . . . even so.

Shall we not take the ebb who had the flow?

Life was our friend.  Now, if it be our foe—

Dear, though it spoil and break us!—need we care

            What is to come?

Let the great winds their worst and wildest blow,

Or the gold weather round us mellow slow:

We have fulfilled ourselves, and we can dare

And we can conquer, though we may not share

In the rich quiet of the afterglow

            What is to come.