The Fellow Who Tries

We can’t all be famous, and used to heights,

     Like some fellows do whom we know;

Can’t all nail the flag at the top of the crag

     And look down on the people below.

But this we can do as we push on our way,

     If we can’t get the coveted prize,

We can send a cheer that is loud and sincere

     For the fellow who honestly tries.

As I go through life and know more of men,

     Their hopes, their joys and their woes,

My heart closer lies to the fellow who tries,

     To the fellow who’s still in the throes.

I like the firm chin and the strong right hand,

     And the look in his far-gazing eyes;

I take off my hat, yes, far more than that,

     To the fellow who really tries.

June 17, ‘10