Topsy-turvy
It is a topsy-turvy world this For not the doers that count Not the men in the arena Not those faces marred by dust and blood Not those who walk the path and stumble Not those who dare the mighty things Who win the glorious triumphs checked by failure Not those who spend themselves in worthy causes Not those who strive valiantly and err Not those who lie sleepless so we sleep Not those whose silent sacrifices keep us Not those who starve to fill us up Not those who die that we might live No, the credit belongs not to them Honour belongs not to whom it is due! Read - Village Boy Impressions - Walking Backwards It certainly belongs not to the shoulder shrugs Those feeble souls that recoil at life Poor spirits who neither suffer nor enjoy Cynical in thought and speech Benjamin the donkey pales in comparison Who see, hear, and knows but speaks not When the elephant treads the tale of the mouse. Who dwell in the grey twilight of tranquillity Who, fearing the