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How Did You Die?

How did you die? By Edmund Vance Cooke Did you tackle that trouble that came your way With a resolve heart and cheerful? Or hide your face from the light of day With a craven soul and fearful? Oh, a trouble's a ton, or a trouble's an ounce,  Or a trouble is what you make it. And it isn't they fact that your hurt that counts,  But only how did you take it? You are beaten to earth? Well, well, what's that? Come up with a smiling face. It's nothing against you to fall down flat, But to lie there— that's disgrace. The harder you're thrown, why the harder you bounce; Be proud of your blackened eye! It isn't the fact that you're licked that counts; Its how did you fight and why? And though you be done to death, what then? If you battled the best you could; If you played your part in the world of men,  Why, the Critic will call it good. Death comes without a crawl, or comes with a pounce,  Or whether he's slow or spry, It isn't the fact that you're dead that counts, But only, how did you die?
"It isn't the fact that you're dead that counts, but only, how did you die?" That's powerful, right there; it reminds one that life and death and all that's in between are all sufferable parts of nature's plan so long as you live and die by your ideals. Thank for sharing this. I enjoyed reading it.
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