When a friend calls to me from the road And slows his horse to a meaning walk, I don't stand still and look around On all the hills I haven't hoed, And shout from where I am, 'What is it?' No, not as there is a time to talk. I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground, Blade-end up and five feet tall, And plod: I go up to the stone wall For a friendly visit.
Sure, this world is full of trouble I ain't said it ain't. Lord, I've had enough and double Reason for complaint; Rain and storm have come to fret me, Skies are often gray; Thorns and brambles have beset me On the road — but say, Ain't it fine today?
What's the use of always weepin', Making trouble last? What's the use of always keepin' Thinkin' of the past? Each must have his tribulation — Water with his wine; Life, it ain't no celebration, Trouble? — I've had mine — But today is fine!
It's today that I am livin', Not a month ago. Havin'; losin'; takin'; givin'; As time wills it so. Yesterday a cloud of sorrow Fell across the way, It may rain again tomorrow, It may rain — but say, Ain't it fine today?
Let me but do my w ork from day to day, In field or forest, at the desk or loom, In roaring market-place or tranquil room; Let me but find it in my heart to say, When vagrant wishes beckon me astray, "This is my work; my blessing, not my doom; "Of all who live, I am the one by whom "This work can best be done in the right way."
Then shall I see it not too great, nor small, To suit my spirit and to prove my powers; Then shall I cheerful greet the labouring hours, And cheerful turn, when the long shadows fall At eventide, to play and love and rest, Because I know for me my work is best.
Let’s talk about personal excellence. It’s has no threshold of measurement. It is basically you striving to do nothing other than the best every day, leaving no room for regrets, enjoying life’s moment as it comes!
Personal excellent is all about unlocking your potential. Give it your best day in, day out. It all starts in your head (at least, that’s what they all say). Don’t forget it’s the little efforts each day that eventually adds up to give big results.
So you know what to do Clovers. Have a desire that you will succeed in all you do and work for it. Keep choosing to be on the winning side, if you don’t want to settle for less, work on yourself. Be keen to choose personal excellence. You will eventually unlock your full potential.
Don’t lose hope!
Don’t give up!
Keep moving forward!
I hope you keep these words in mind. Till next time Clovers.
The first time I walked With a girl, I was twelve, Cold, and weighted down With two oranges in my jacket. December. Frost cracking Beneath my steps, my breath Before me, then gone, As I walked toward Her house, the one whose Porch light burned yellow Night and day, in any weather. A dog barked at me, until She came out pulling At her gloves, face bright With rouge. I smiled, Touched her shoulder, and led Her down the street, across A used car lot and a line Of newly planted trees, Until we were breathing Before a drugstore. We Entered, the tiny bell Bringing a saleslady Down a narrow aisle of goods. I turned to the candies Tiered like bleachers, And asked what she wanted - Light in her eyes, a smile Starting at the corners Of her mouth. I fingered A nickel in my pocket, And when she lifted a chocolate That cost a dime, I didn't say anything. I took the nickel from My pocket, then an orange, And set them quietly on The counter. When I looked up, The lady's eyes met mine, And held them, knowing Very well what it was all About.
Outside, A few cars hissing past, Fog hanging like old Coats between the trees. I took my girl's hand in mine for two blocks, Then released it to let Her unwrap the chocolate. I peeled my orange That was so bright against The gray of December That, from some distance, Someone might have thought I was making a fire in my hands.