by Berton Braley
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
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.
It's store of true wealth is still meager
needs are incessant and great
It yearns for more power and beauty
More laughter and love and romance,
More loyalty, labor and duty,
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