The man who misses all the fun Is he who says, "It can't be done." In solemn pride he stands aloof And greets each venture with reproof. Had he the power he'd efface The history of the human race; We'd have no radio or motor cars, No streets lit by electric stars; No telegraph nor telephone, We'd linger in the age of stone. The world would sleep if things were run By men who say "It can't be done." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON AN ANNIVERSARY by JOHN MILLINGTON SYNGE A ROSE by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN THE PIRATEER by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE I KNOW A BROOK by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD OCTOBER, 1866 by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT EPIGRAM ON AN OLD LADY WHO HAD SOME CURIOUS NOTIONS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON HIGHLAND EVENING SONG by WILLIAM LAWRENCE CHITTENDEN |