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 allowances for their doubting too:
If you can wait and
not be tired of 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 master,
If you can think and
not make thoughts your aim.
If you can meet with
Triumph and Disaster
And
treat these two imposters just the same:
If you can 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 em up with worn-out tools
If you can make a
heap of all your winnings
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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 have gone
And
so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except
the will to say 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, but none too much.
If you can fill the
unforgiving minute
with
sixty seconds worth of distance run.
Yours
is the Earth and everything thats in it
And
which is more, you'll be a Man my son
___RUDYARD
KIPLING__________________
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