I Could Not Be Done Poem by akingbehin daniel murphy

Somebody said that it couldn't be
done,
But, he with a chuckle replied
That 'maybe it couldn't' but he
would be one
Who wouldn't say so till he'd
tried.
So he buckled right in with the
trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid
it.
He started to sing as he tackled
the thing
That couldn't be done, as he did
it.
Somebody scoffed: 'Oh, you'll
never do that;
At least no one we know has
done it';
But he took off his coat and he
took off his hat,
And the first thing we knew he'd
begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of
a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled
the thing
That couldn't be done, and he
did it.
There are thousands to tell you it
cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy
failure;
There are thousands to point out
to you, one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail
you.
But just buckle right in with a bit
of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to
it;
Just start to sing as you tackle
the thing
That cannot be done, and you'll
do it