The Critic
The Critic vs the Arena
"It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the
strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done
better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena;
whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives
valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; who knows the
great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy
cause; who at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high
achievement; and who, at worst, if he fails, at least fails while
daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and
timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat."
Teddy Roosevelt
26th U.S. President, 1901 - 1909
The critic jeers points a finger and laughs
The do nothings smirk, while do somethings act
Sharky comments made causing a feeding frenzy
No friends the fighters keeps pushing through the pain
Through the turmoil setbacks and marred name
Treading through water from flooded storm drains
Shoes muddy, keeps moving, no quitting
Life isn't always sunny
The fighter has fallen before
And has since been told
He has already met his peak, no gold
He has already met defeat, fear is a no show
He shows through his work ethic and perseverance
That no persons ill aimed words will come near him
He is focused while the critic pokes and prods
The kindlings only add fuel to the fire
Lightning striking dry forrest underbrush
Under rush he pushes strains because he must
Prove his superiorty to his past
And defame the critics ahead in his path
Each step and each breath rhymically match
With each heart beat until he relax
Until he lay back until he fall
But he if falls short
No shame at all
For the fighter has attempted to achieve glory
If the glow of greatness should escape his grasp
He will continue to prove himself until he can not last
Learning from failures
Doubters speak, his motivation
He will continue his journey no hesitation
