Thursday, June 19, 2014


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 tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don't deal in lies.
Or being heard, don't give way to hating,
    And yet don't look too good, nor walk too wise:

If you can dream- and 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 hear the truth you've spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Of watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build'em up with worn-our tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one trun of pitch-and-toss,
And loose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and never and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep you 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 of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And-which is more-you'll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling   

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