Wednesday, February 09, 2011


In August 1956, my maternal grandfather, Herbert Merrett, wrote the following poem.

For any athlete, entrepreneur, and pursuer of excellence, the words ring as true today as they did decades ago...


The luck that I believe in is the
luck which comes with work.

And no-one ever gets it who is
content to wish and shirk.

The men the World call lucky
will you tell you every one

That luck comes not by wishing
but by hard work, bravely done.

Good luck!

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