Im going to share one of my favorite poem which i always sing whenever i fall down n it always motivates me to try one more time


King Bruce of Scotland flung himself down
In a lonely mood to think; 
Tis true he was monarch and wore a crown,
But his heart was beginning to sink. 

For he had been trying to do a great deed,
To make his people glad; 
He had tried and tried, but couldn't succeed,
So became quite sad.

He flung himself down in a low despair,
As grieved as man could be,
And after a while, as he pondered there,
"I'll give it all up" said he.

Now just at the moment a spider dropped,
With its silken cobweb clue,
And the King in the midst of his thinking stopped
To see what the spider would do.

‘T was a long way up to the ceiling dome,
And it hung by a rope so fine,
That how it would get to its cobweb home
King Bruce could not divine.

It soon began to cling and crawl
Straight-up with strong endeavour; 
But down it came with a slippery sprawl.
As near to the ground as ever.

Up, up it ran, not a second, could stay, 
To utter the least complaint,
Till it fell still lower, and there it lay, 
A little dizzy and faint.

It's head grew steady again it went,
And travelled a half-yard higher; 
T was a delicate thread it had to tread, 
And a road where its feet would tire.

Again it fell and swung below,
But again it quickly mounted, 
Till up and down, now fast, now slow 
Nine brave attempts were counted.

"Sure," cried the King, "that foolish thing
Will strive no more to climb,
When it toils so hard to reach and cling,
And tumbles every time."

But up the insect went once more- 
Ah me! 'tis an anxious minute 
He's only a foot from his cobweb door' 
Oh, say, will he lose or win it?

Steadily, steadily, inch by inch,
Higher and higher he got, 
And a bold little run at the very last pinch
Put him into his native cot

"Bravo! bravo!" the King cried out, 
All honour to those who try! 
The spider up there defied despair-
He conquered, and why should not I?"

And Bruce of Scotland braced his mind, 
And gossips tell the tale
That he tried once more as he tried before
And that time did not fail.
written by Eliza Cook

The men is capable of doing anything n i learnt that from this poem


               
If you think you are beaten, you are;
If you think you dare not, you don't.
If you'd like to win, but think you can't
It's almost a cinch you won't.
If you think you'll lose, you've lost.

For out in the world we find
Success begins with a fellow's will:
It's all in his state of mind.
If you think you're outclassed, you are:

You've got to think high to rise,
You've got to be sure of yourself before
You'll ever win that prize.
Life's battles don't always go

To the stronger or faster man,
But sooner or later the man who wins
Is the one who thinks he can.
written by Anonymous
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