We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
This is Henley's only notable poem, but he knocked it out of the park. The poem is constantly quoted. Henley wrote the poem while recovering from a leg amputation while being encouraged to consider losing his remaining leg. He kept the leg. The poem is not about narcissistic damage or dents to puffed up egos in spite of being quoted frequently in these terms today.
"as regards the transforming of the negative command into an attitudinal positive"
Kenneth Burke: One need not be in the literary business long to detect a considerable amout of whistling in the dark here. We don't know the facts of the case, but we shouldn't be surprised to learn that, about this time, the poet had been scaring himself intensely.