One of my patient's mother gave me a poem on a cheap little plague and it hangs in my office across from my desk. It sounds a little weird, but I like it and it makes me feel better sometimes when I'm kind of down. I think I've remembered it pretty close, as I'm not at work right now. It goes something like this:
When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all up hill,
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 failure 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,
Success is failure turned inside out--
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit--
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.
~ Unknown
Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
I am you and what I see is me . . .
Roger Waters
Echoes
from the MEDDLE LP
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