Diamonds

Diamonds are only chunks of coal
That stuck to their job, you see;
If they had petered out as most of us do
Where would the diamond be?

It isn’t the fact of making a start,
It’s the sticking that counts I’ll say;
It’s the fellow that knows not the meaning of fail
But hammers and hammers and hammers away.

Whenever you think you’ve come to the end of the way
And you’re beaten as bad as can be,
Remember that diamonds are only chunks of coal
That stuck to their job you see.

-Esther Jones