Poem:-

If you think you are beaten, your areIf you think you dare not, you won't,If you like to win, but don't think you canIt's almost a cinch you won't

If you think you'll lose, you're lostFor out in the world you'll find,Success begins with a fellow's willIt's all in a state of mind

For many a game is lostEre even a play is run,And many a coward failsEre even his work is begun

Think big and your deeds will growThink small and you'll fall behindThink that you can and you willIt's all a state of mind

If you think you are out-classed, your areYou've got to think high to riseYou've got to be sure of yourself beforeYou can ever win a prize

Life battles don't always goTo the stronger or faster manBut sooner or later, the man who winsIs the fellow who thinks he can