Don't Quit

Last night, February 17, 2011, my POetry Class had their Poetry Night here in our home. Xanthi had listened to them as they read they own poems. They had fun listening as they exchange ears for each other's poem, and what makes me so g;ad is the fact that they had appreciated the class even if it had given them a lot of requirements. I am so happy as i have seen happiness light in their eyes as they share theiur own poems. Even my household had fun listening to their bio poems, their narrative poems and the poems of known Filipino and British poets. It was a night of camaraderie and poetry indeed.

with this, i am sharing to you one of my personal favorite poems. It was known who wrote it though sadly some are claiming it to be theirs. Anyhow, let me share to your his inspiring poem and i hope it would have the same effect to you as it did to me.



Don't Quit



When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but don't you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don't give up though the pace seems slow--
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor's cup,
And he learned too late when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out--
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit--
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.

- Author unknown

The Meeting

Today, my teacher heart is extra glad. On my way out of our college building, i met Nessy, a former student in three subjects. We often exchange text messages before and i could say she is one of the closest students to me.

I was not able to contain my happiness, when i saw her the only thing i was able to think was to hug her. No words can describe how much that hug means to me. I no longer cared about the reaction of the other students who had seen us, what mattered to me earlier is i saw a dear friend after some time.

The event somehow tells me, it is incidents like this that give extra special glow to teachers like me. Somehow it tells me, indeed it is always rewarding to be a teacher.