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 as confident as can be…
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 upright 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 quietly.
A trying man is willing to give it another go.
He still stands and smiles after receiving his 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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