If
Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too
If you can wait and not be bored by waiting
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies
Or being hated, don’t give room for hating
And yet don’t look too good nor take too wise
If you can dream and not make dreams your master
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same
If you can bear to know the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by the knaves to trap for fools
Or watch the things you serve your life be broken
And stoop and build them with worn-out tool
If you can make one heap and your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To server your turn long after they are gone
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the will which say to them ‘Hold On’
If you can walk with crowds and keep your virtue
And walk with kings-nor lose the common touch
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you
If all men count with you, but none to meet
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With 6o sec worth of distance run
Yours is the earth and every that’s in it
An d which is more-you’ll be a Man, my son!
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