Há bancos e bancos - um post naïf

DON’T QUIT

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seem all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit-
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As everyone of us sometimes learns
And many a fellow turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don’t’ give up though the pace seems slow –
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man;
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor’s cup;
And he learned too late when the night came down
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out –
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the light when you’re nearest hit –
It’s when things seem worst that you mustn’t quit.

De um banco em St. Vincent & the Grenadines – NCB (será National Caribbean Bank?)

Tenho andado com isto desde que encontrei este texto, escrito em folhas espalhadas por um banco numa das ilhas das Grenadines. Prometera a mim mesmo só postar isto quando as coisas começassem finalmente a correr melhor. Agora é o momento.