The Quitter
Robert W. Service
1874 to 1958
Track 1
Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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It's easy to cry that you're beaten — and die;
It's the keeping-on-living that's hard.
And Death looks you bang in the eye,
It's the keeping-your-chin-up that's hard.
And self-dissolution is barred.
It's the hell-served-for-breakfast that's hard.
When you're lost in the Wild, and you're scared as a child,
Just draw on your grit; it's so easy to quit —
To cock your revolver and . . . die.
And though you come out of each gruelling bout,
So don't be a piker, old pard!
Why, that's the best game of them all!
It's easy to crawfish and crawl;
Just have one more try — it's dead easy to die,
But to fight and to fight when hope's out of sight —
In hunger and woe, oh, it's easy to blow . . .
And you're sore as a boil, it's according to Hoyle
Buck up, do your damnedest, and fight.
"You're sick of the game!" Well, now, that's a shame.
It's the plugging away that will win you the day,
You're young and you're brave and you're bright.
"You've had a raw deal!" I know — but don't squeal,
All broken and battered and scarred,
But the Code of a Man says: "Fight all you can,"