Forward March

When it is dark around me, I do not curse the darkness. I just light my candle.

There is no use in vain regret,
In hot remorse or bitter tears.
There is no sense in looking back
To stir memories and the tears.
What you have done then you have done
And all your tears will not wash it out.
You cannot make a forward step
Burdened by fear or chained by doubt.

There is no courage in the weak,
No strength in that regretting mood.
Wise men go forward though they faint,
And only weaklings sit and brood.
What you have been, too, you have been.
What you are to be is up to you.
So, get up, dust yourself and work.
Forget it all and carry through.