(@3"You keep on going—maybe you can't go much, but you do go a little."@1 From Booth Tarkington's @3Alice Adams.@1) It isn't fun when your hopes seem finished And all your visions have come to naught, When your youth is gone and your strength diminished And broken all of the dreams you've sought. It isn't fun when your projects splendid, Your castles in Spain all glad and glowing, Crash down to ruin that can't be mended, Yet, somehow or other, you keep on going! It isn't fun when you know the glamour Is gone from life, and little remains But dull reality, dust and clamor, And puny triumphs and plodding gains. When life is a muddle of sad confusions, A tangled puzzle beyond all knowing, A mess of tarnished and cheap illusions— Yet somehow or other you keep on going! It seems no use, but you just keep plodding Through force of habit; and then, and then— You suddenly notice the flowers nodding Along the side of the road again. Though nevermore shall the hours be giving The thrill you knew of the past's bestowing, You'll come again to a zest in living If somehow or other you keep on going! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OCTAVES: 8 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SPRING AND FALL: TO A YOUNG CHILD by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE WEARY BLUES by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES SYMPATHY by HENRY DAVID THOREAU ETHIOPIA SALUTING THE COLORS by WALT WHITMAN ON THE VIRGINITY OF THE VIRGIN MARY AND JOHANNA SOUTHCOTT by WILLIAM BLAKE MYSTERY: 1 by ANNE MILLAY BREMER |