{"id":105,"date":"2009-10-15T16:11:25","date_gmt":"2009-10-15T15:11:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.whisperedwords.nl\/?p=105"},"modified":"2009-10-15T16:11:25","modified_gmt":"2009-10-15T15:11:25","slug":"i-can","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/whisperedwords.nl\/?p=105","title":{"rendered":"I can"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\">I \u00a0found this poem somewhere on a website a couple years ago. Loved the text and thought it was a poem really fit for me. Since I do not know the author I can not credit it. The original place where I found this poem did not displayed an author either. Apologies for that.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>I CAN<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Can&#8217;t is a word that is foe to ambition;<br \/>\nAn enemy ambush to shatter your will.<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s prey forever to a man with a mission;<br \/>\nAnd bows only to courage, and patience, and skill.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">So hate it with hatred that&#8217;s deep and undying,<br \/>\nFor once it is welcomed twill break any man.<br \/>\nAnd whatever the goal you are seeking, Keep trying!<br \/>\nAnd answer this demon by saying, &#8220;I Can!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Author Unknown<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Today 01-02-2013 I did a search once again on this poem and I got a match that lead me here:\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/sofinesjoyfulmoments.com\/quotes\/cant.htm\" target=\"_blank\">http:\/\/sofinesjoyfulmoments.com\/quotes\/cant.htm<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">This poem above here was not a poem on its own it is two verses of a much larger poem. Since I like to keep it complete, I will post the complete poem with of course the authors name \ud83d\ude42 Enjoy \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n<div align=\"center\">\n<pre>Can't\nEdgar Guest - 1916 - A Heap o' Livin'\n\nCan't is the worst word that's written or spoken;\nDoing more harm here than slander and lies;\nOn it is many a strong spirit broken,\nAnd with it many a good purpose dies.\nIt springs from the lips of the thoughtless each morning\nAnd robs us of courage we need through the day;\nIt rings in our ears like a timely sent warning\nAnd laughs when we falter and fall by the way.\n\nCan't is the father of feeble endeavor,\nThe parent of terror and halfhearted work;\nIt weakens the efforts of artisans clever,\nAnd makes of the toiler an indolent shirk.\nIt poisons the soul of the man with a vision,\nIt stifles in infancy many a plan;\nIt greets honest toiling with open derision\nAnd mocks at the hopes and the dreams of a man.\n\nCan't is a word none should speak without blushing;\nTo utter it should be a symbol of shame;\nAmbition and courage it daily is crushing;\nIt blights a man's purpose and shortens his aim.\nDespise it with all of your hatred of error;\nRefuse it the lodgement it seeks in your brain;\nArm against it as a creature of terror,\nAnd all that you dream of you someday shall gain.\n\nCan't is the word that is foe to ambition\nAn enemy ambushed to shatter your will;\nIts prey is forever the man with a mission\nAnd bows but to courage and patience and skill.\nHate it, with hatred that's deep and undying,\nFor once it is welcomed 'twill break any man;\nWhatever the goal you are seeking, keep trying\nAnd answer this demon by saying: \"I can.\"<\/pre>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I \u00a0found this poem somewhere on a website a couple years ago. Loved the text and thought it was a poem really fit for me. Since I do not know the author I can not credit it. The original place where I found this poem did not displayed an author either. Apologies for that. 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