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Trying Man

Getting up after the fall, Standing again and accepting the call. Giving it the proverbial 'college try' Burning the midnight oil and remembering his 'why'… Standing in the batter's box again after strike three Readying himself for another at-bat, standing in the box confidently… Picking himself up off the canvas after the big left hook Shaking the cobwebs and learning from the hit he just took Getting back into the saddle after the bump and fall Now, sitting strongly in the stirrup and riding tall___ A trying man can never lose. Sometimes, and quite possibly many times, he may hear the blues. A trying man in public is a crying man in private. He works and tries; he contemplates and cries in quiet. A trying man is willing to give it another go. He still stands and smiles after receiving his one thousandth 'NO.' But lose, he just cannot. Because he always aims for his best shot In the end, a trying man can do nothing but win. In the beginning and throughout, he never looked outside because he always looked within.

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