No One Is Beat ’til He Quits

No one is beat ’til he quits,
No one is through ’til he stops,
No matter how failure hits,
No matter how often he drops.
A fellow’s not down ’til he lies
In the dust and refuses to rise.
Fate can slam him and bang him around,
And batter his frame ’til he’s sore,
But it never can say that he’s downed,
While he bobs up serenely for more.
A fellow’s not dead ’til he dies,
Nor beat ’til he no longer tries.

by Edgar A. Guest