Classic Poem

The chap who never knows he is whipped
Is a fool ... from some people's point of view;
He whirls right in, though he isn't equipped,
And does the things that he just can't do.
Liking the things that he cannot bear,
He laughs, though it's only a bluff....His sand
Is damp, perhaps, with tears — but it's there ,
So he stands the pain that he just can't stand.
And rather than whisper, " Hold on; enough! "
He argues, " This isn't so terribly rough! "

To him, ev'ry day is a brand new day,
Chuck full of " Do's " but never a " Don't, "
So when night comes he can truthfully say,
" Haven't quit yet — and I reckon I won't. "
He isn't the sort to ask for or plan
A sympathy symphony....On a shelf
He's parked his feelings....A regular man
He's sorry for others — not for himself.
To play the martyr he doesn't aspire:
He's always " All right! " ... The cheerful liar.