POETRY

Don’t You Ever Give Up

Do you feel like life has let you down,
when your lover shows you the gate?
Do short straws come with your name engraved,
do you think that’s just your fate?
Were you at the airport when your ship came in,
do you fear you missed last call?
Is it always someone else who wins
and you who drops the ball?
Well
don’t give up
don’t you ever give up
don’t you ever ever ever give up
Do you buy that jazz about old dogs,
that rules are etched in stone?
When you check out for the other side
will your spirit child have grown?
Do you believe in higher purpose
that transcends what will decay?
Do you fathom that your actions
will overshadow what you say?
So
don’t give up
don’t you ever give up
don’t you ever ever ever give up
No, no
Don’t give up,
don’t you ever give up
don’t you ever ever ever give up
Copyright © Henri Ferguson 2002
All rights reserved.

Author notes

The word spirit visited me in my Yoga practice today.

In hot style Yoga they heat the room to 100+ degrees and then for 90 minutes it’s full tilt, take you to your edge flow class. I watch as some folks cave in and leave (and I would guess feel somewhat defeated). It occurred to me that the metaphor for life is not too distant here and these words came to me. It was a very word-ful practice.

Written August 22nd, 2002
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