If you can keep your head when all about you
are losing thirs and blaming it on you.
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
but make allawance 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 you 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 thougths 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 your're 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 warn-out tools.

If you can make one keep of all your winnings
and risk it all 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 save your turn long after they are gone,
and so hold on when is nothing in you,
except the will which 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 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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