Poetry About Never Giving Up

We've our ducks in a row

and we'll raise you another thousand

defeats before we ever

choose to throw in this towel.

Luck be on our side,

although without it

think we'll be just fine

to fight tooth and nail.

Breathing hard at the home stretch

where thought and behavior connect

banking on the trust of a realized dream

ambition is not a want, but a need.

I hope your heart yearns for more

and opportunity

ding-dong-ditches your door,

just enough for you to get up

and see it running away

so that you must chase after it.

I pray for your hardship.

I hope for your struggle.

I expect your new self

to be of tempered steel.

Whether or mind,

body, heart, or soul,

why give up

if you still have a goal?