Classic Poem

IN Life as in Football
Fall Forward when you fall.

The Dust is often in the Face
Of him who learns to Win the Race.

I F I can't make the Goal, I pick my Man
And pass the Ball to Someone Else who Can.
No Race is Won or Lost
Before the Line is crossed.

H E may not score, and yeThe helps to Win
Who makes the Hit that brings the Runner in.