With doubt and dismay you are smitten, You think there's no chance for you, son? Why, the best books haven't been written, The best race hasn't been run, The best score hasn't been made yet, The best song hasn't been sung, The best tune hasn't been played yet, Cheer, up, for the world is young! No chance? Why, the world is just eager For things that you ought to create; Its store of true wealth is still meager, Its needs are incessant and great, It yearns for more power and beauty, More laughter and love and romance, More loyalty, labor and duty, No chance—why, there's nothing but chance! For the best verse hasn't been rhymed yet, The best house hasn't been planned, The highest peak hasn't been climbed yet, The mightiest rivers aren't spanned. Don't worry and fret, faint-hearted, The chances have just begun, For the Best jobs haven't been started, The Best work hasn't been done. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 43 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A CHRISTMAS FOLKSONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR MISTS by WILLIMINA L. ARMSTRONG STANZAS OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH OF H-- A-- by BERNARD BARTON NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 17 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TESTAMENT FOR MY STUDENTS, 1968 - 1969 by KAY BOYLE ULTIMATION by MAGDELEN EDEN BOYLE |