The test of a man is the fight that he makes,
the grit that he daily shows;
the way that he stands on his feet and takes
fate’s numerous bumps and blows.
A coward can smile when naught to fear
when nothing his progress bars;
but it takes a man to stand and cheer
while the other fellow stars.
It isn’t the victory after all,
but the fight a fellow makes.
The one who is driven against the wall
still stands erect and takes
fate’s numerous blows with his head held high
though bleeding and bruised and pale
For the one worthwhile
is the one who can smile
and isn’t afraid he’ll fail.