I once knew a man who would figure and plan
The deeds he intended to do.
But when the time came to get into the game
He never put anything through.
He would dream with a smile of the afterwhile
And the deeds he would do pretty soon.
He was all right at heart, but he never would start,
He never could get quite in tune.
If he would have done half the things he'd begun
He'd be listed among those of fame;
But he didn't produce, so he was of no use --
Good intentions do not win the game.
It is easy to dream, and to plan and to scheme,
And let them drop out of sight.
But the men who put through what their dreams bring to view
Are the men who win the fight.