I will move on !!

When you are lost in the wild,
and you are as a child,
and death looks you bang in the eye,
and you are sore as a boil,
it is according to hoyle,
to cock your revolver and die.
But code of a MAN says - to fight all you can.
And self dissolution is barred.
In hunger and woe, oh, its damn easy to blow,
Its the hell served for breakfast that's hard.
you are the dick of the game,
"Well, now, that's a shame"
you are young, brave and bright.
you had a raw deal, you know but you should not squeal.
Buck up, do your damndest fight.
It is the plugging away that will win you the day,
So don't be a piker,
Just draw on your grit, it's so easy to quit,
It's keeping your chin up that's hard,
It's easy to cry that you are beaten - and die.
It's easy to be crawfish and crawl,
But to fight and to fight when hopes out of light,
why, that's the best game of them all.
And though you come out of each gruelling bout,
all broken and beaten and scarred.
Just have one more try - it's dead easy to die,
its the keeping on living thats hard..