A Nice Poem...

....definitely not by Walt Whitman

To all of you strong-willed people out there.

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever Gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried alould

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloodied but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how straight the gate,

How charged with punishemnts the

scroll

I am the Master of my Fate

And the Captian of my Soul