Luck

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...

Luck

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!