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If you can hold your head when all around 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 tired by waiting,
Or being lied about don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating
And yet, don't look too good nor talk too wise.....
 

If  you can dream--and not make dreams your masters,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster,
And treat those two imposters just the same,
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build them up with worn out tools.......

If you can make one heap of all 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 serve your turn long after they are gone
And so hold on when there is nothing left in you
Except the will that says to them "Hold On!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or 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 too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds worth the distance run,
Yours is the Earthand everything that's in it,
And which is more,
YOU WILL BE A MAN ,my son!

-Rudyard Kipling.


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