Dear Editor,
You grew YCN, and doubled circulation! Printing Edgar Albert Guest’s poem “It couldn’t be done” will say, better than this writer could, how this was done. Congrats to you!
It Couldn’t Be Done
by Edgar Albert Guest
Somebody said that
it couldn’t be done
But he with a chuckle
replied
That “maybe it couldn’t,”
but he would be one
Who wouldn’t say so
till he’d tried.
So he buckled right in with
the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried
he hid it.
He started to sing as he
tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and
he did it!
Somebody scoffed: “Oh,
you’ll never do that;
At least no one ever
has done it;”
But he took off his coat and
he took off his hat
And the first thing we knew
he’d begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a
bit of a grin,
Without any doubting
or quiddit,
He started to sing as he
tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and
he did it.
There are thousands to tell
you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to
prophesy failure,
There are thousands to
point out to you one by one,
The dangers that wait to
assail you.
But just buckle in with a
bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and
go to it;
Just start in to sing as you
tackle the thing
That “cannot be done,” and
you’ll do it.
Bill Everling
YCN subscriber
Minnesota
