MondayMay 25, 2026
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How did you die? Did you tackle that trouble that came your way, With a resolute heart and cheerful? Or hide your face from the light of day With a craven soul and fearful? Oh, a trouble's a ton, or a trouble's an ounce, Or a trouble is what you make it, And it isn't the fact that you're hurt that counts, But only how did you take it? And though you be done to the death, what then? If you battled the best you could, If you played your part in the world of men, Why, the critic will call you good. Death comes with a crawl or comes with a pounce, And whether he's slow or spry, It isn't the fact that you're dead that counts, But only how did you die?
This life's a hollow bubble, don't you know? Just a painted piece of twouble, don't you know? We come to earth to cwy, we gwow oldeh and we sigh, oldeh still, and then we die! Don't you know?
Perhaps the reward of the spirit who tries Is not the goal but the exercise.
Oh, a trouble's a ton, or a trouble's an ounce Or a trouble is what you make it, And it isn't the fact that you're hurt that counts, But only how did you take it.
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