A NUTSHELL OF MINE

What a day,things went haywire. the sky is cloudy and I have mixed feelings. I'm screaming to my innerself....great great reminder to myself : I got the feeling often the goal is nearer than it seems to a faint and faltering man; whom are already bright as usual would not be able to hit the target what about the so-so ones. often the struggler has given up when one might have captured the victor's cup; And learned too late when the night came down, How close it was to the golden crown. Is it that? I'm still thinking myself. Success is failure turned inside out -The silver tint in the clouds of doubt, And ourselves never can tell how close we are, It might be near when it seems afar; So stick to the fight when it's the hardest hit -It's when things seem worst that I must not quit.I'm now making the best of it, and there comes unpredictable distractions. At the crucial time, what am I suppose to do? It is stupid, I'm not gonna stratch my head anymore. When things go wrong, as they sometimes will, the road I'm trudging seems all uphill, the funds are low and the debts are high, And I want to smile, but I have to sigh or to hide the face, care is pressing me down a bit- this is the time to rest for a second I know, but not to quit. Life is queer with its twists and turns, as every one of us sometimes learns, and many a fellow turns about when they might have won had they stuck it out. Don't give up though the pace seems slow -Who knows I may succeed with another blow. A foot forward and there I go. I need a hug..