And that “no quit” phrase speaks volumes on one’s character and makin’s

To the cowboy drawin’ wages ridin’ ranges of the West.

Those who have it, you’ll find, usually conquer most their undertakin’s

For the best in them is drawin out when their spirits’ put to test.

Then I spot my cowdogs brushed up stayin’ well hid from the cattle

Knowin’, with a cue, they’d give all to do anything need done

And I thought, then, how the most of us will opt to shun that battle,

Never knowing fully what we could accomplish or become.

Still I believe, like dogs and horses, we’re all born with resolution,

And, like muscles and good habits, it needs use and exercise.

If left dormant it’s in jeopardy of loss to evolution

For eventually it shrivels up in atrophy and dies.

But, when flexed, it blossoms heroes and a source of inspiration

For we recognize the virtues in that “no quit” attitude.

And it proves its attributes in competition and vocation

Which evokes appreciation and a show of gratitude.

And since mankind started walking it’s been swifter, higher, stronger

As if pushed by some deep need to keep their limits unconfined.

Almost thriving, always striving for things bigger, better, longer

In an unrelenting pursuit of perfection redefined.

And, in this world of soft complacence, there’s still a few among the masses

Who will readily give all to see a job or dream fulfilled.

It’s a trait that’s void of prejudice towards races, sex or classes

Just demanding its possessor be of valor and strong willed.

Then, as we point our cattle homeward, letting dogs bring up the rear,

And we leave what’s left of, once, somebody’s hopes and dreams behind,

I’m convinced that “no quit” attitude will always persevere

And that’s the essence and the promise and the crown of humankind.