The test of a man is the fight he makes, The grit that he daily shows; The way he stands on his feet and takes Fate's numerous bumps and blows. A coward can smile when there's naught to fear, When nothing his progress bars; But it takes a man to stand up and cheer While some other fellow stars.
It isn't the victory, after all But the fight that a brother makes; The man who, driven against the wall, Still stands up erect and takes The blows of fate with his head held high; Bleeding, and bruised, and pale, (11 comments)