How did you die?

Did you tackle that trouble that came you way,

With a resolute heart and cheerful?

Or hide your face from the light of day,

With a craven soul and fearful?

A trouble's a ton or a trouble's an ounce,

Or a trouble is what you make it

And it isn't the fact that you're hurt that counts,

But only how did you take it?

You are beaten to earth; well, well what's that?

Come up with a smiling face

Its nothing against you to fall down flat,

But to lie there; thats disgrace!

The harder you're thrown, why the higher you'll bounce,

Be proud of your blackened eye

It isn't the fact that you're licked that counts,

But how did you fight, and why?

And if you be done to the death, what then?

If you battled the best you could

You played your part in the world of men,

Why the critic would call it good

Death comes with a crawl, or comes with a pounce,

And whether He's slow or spry

It isn't the fact that you're dead that counts,

But only how did you die?

-Edmund Vance Cooke

You may say this is a non-christian poem, and a carnal outlook

on life.... but its an awesome inspiration to me.... to try my bestest

in every situation, every day.  And i know there's a blessing in 

fighting  for what i believe in......  How can i not fight for God,

after all he's given me? 

I fight for Truth! I fight to always be positive! I wanna go down kickin'!;-)

k, so those were my tho'ts of the day!:) Hope all my sweetest friends are

doin' splendidly! Always~Me