How you accomplish your work,
Says a lot about who you are.
As many other things can,
Life can be very bizarre.

Do you attack your work,
With confidence that goes for miles?
Or do you approach with fear,
Having trouble tackling the piles?

To have confidence in your work,
Means you are self assured.
You love everything about your job,
And feel very secure.

If you approach with fear,
You’re usually not so sure.
The work you do makes you uncomfortable,
And you definitely don’t feel secure.

It often makes me wonder,
How people work in jobs they hate.
Sometimes they have no choice,
And other times they sit and wait.

For those who have a choice,
To do the work they love.
Count yourselves very lucky,
And remember to thank above.

Does the grouch get richer quicker than the
friendly sort of man?
Can the grumbler labor better than the cheerful
fellow can?
Is the mean and churlish neighbor any cleverer
than the one
Who shouts a glad “good morning,” and then
smiling passes on?

Just stop and think about it. Have you ever
known or seen
A mean man who succeeded, just because he
was so mean?
When you find a grouch with honors and with
money in his pouch,
You can bet he didn’t win them just because
he was a grouch.

Oh, you’ll not be any poorer if you smile along
your way,
And your lot will not be harder for the kindly
things you say.
Don’t imagine you are wasting time for others
that you spend:
You can rise to wealth and glory and still pause
to be a friend.

If you cannot on the ocean
Sail among the swiftest fleet,
Rocking on the highest billows,
Laughing at the storms you meet;
You can stand among the sailors,
Anchored yet within the bay,
You can lend a hand to help them
As they launch their boats away.

If you are too weak to journey
Up the mountain steep and high,
You can stand within the valley.
While the multitudes go by;
You can chant in happy measure.
As they slowly pass along;
Though they may forget the singer
They will not forget the song.

If you cannot in the harvest
Garner up the richest sheaves
Many a grain, both ripe and golden,
Oft the careless reaper leaves;
Go and glean among the briars
Growing rank against the wall,
For it may be that their shadow
Hides the heaviest grain of all.

Do not, then, stand idly waiting,
For some greater work to do;
Fortune is a lazy goddess,
She will never come to you.
Go and toil in any vineyard,
Do not fear to do or dare,
If you want a field of labor.
You can find it anywhere.

I have to live with myself and so
I want to be fit for myself to know.
I want to be able as days go by,
always to look myself straight in the eye; I don’t want to stand with the setting sun
and hate myself for the things I have done.

I don’t want to keep on a closet shelf
a lot of secrets about myself
and fool myself as I come and go
into thinking no one else will ever know
the kind of person I really am,
I don’t want to dress up myself in sham.

I want to go out with my head erect
I want to deserve all men’s respect;
but here in the struggle for fame and wealth
I want to be able to like myself.

I don’t want to look at myself and know that
I am bluster and bluff and empty show.

I never can hide myself from me;
I see what others may never see;
I know what others may never know,
I never can fool myself and so,
whatever happens I want to be
self respecting and conscience free.

Go ahead and quit,
If you can’t see it through.
But don’t come crying to me,
When quitting is all you do.

Those who start to quit,
When things start getting tough.
Start to see quitting,
As a way to get out of stuff.

They never stick things through,
And can’t complete a thing.
Is this the type of person,
You see yourself being?

Quitters never win,
No matter what you’ve heard.
Have you ever heard a quitter,
That is picked to be referred?

Of course that would be silly,
Why would someone refer?
Someone who can’t even accomplish,
They are their own saboteurs.

Next time you want to quit,
Think who you want to be.
Quitters never win,
I want more than this for thee.

I want to see success,
Surround you every day.
I want you to be happy,
And want to scream hooray!

I want you in a job,
That makes you’re world so good.
I want the work you do,
Feel just like childhood.

But most of all I want,
To see you see things through.
But not because you should,
Because you really want too.

And I realize you may be scared,
That you can’t see it through.
But I’m hear to tell you, you can,
Do anything you put your mind to.