The Man In The Arina

The Man In The Arina

By Theodore Roosevelt

it is not the critic who counts

Not the man who points out

how strong the man stumbles

Or where the doer of Deeds

could have done them better

the credit belongs to the man

who is actually in their Arena

whose face is marred by dust and sweat

and blood who strides violently

who ears

who come short again and again

becausethere is no effort

without error and shortcoming

but who does actually

strive to do the Deeds

who knows great enthusiasms

the great devotions

who spends himself in a worthy cause

who at the bat's knowne in the end

the Triumph of high achievement

And who at the worst

if he feels, at least feels,

while daring greatly

so that his place shall never be

with a cold and timid Souls

neither no Victory nor defeat.