If...
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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