God gave you guts: don't let Him down; <br />Brace up, be worthy of His giving. <br />The road's a rut, the sky's a frown; <br />I know you're plumb fed up with living. <br />Fate birches you, and wry the rod . . . <br />Snap out, you fool! Don't let down God. <br /> <br />Oh, yes, you're on misfortune's shift, <br />And weary is the row your hoeing; <br />You have no home, you drift and drift, <br />Seems folks don't care the way you're going . . . <br />Well, make them care - you're not afraid: <br />Step on the gas - you'll make the grade. <br /> <br />Believe that God has faith in you, <br />In you His loving light is shining; <br />All of you that is fine and true <br />Is part of Him, so quit your whining . . . <br />buck up, son, for your Maker's sake: <br />Don't let Him down - give God a break.<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drifter/
