Are loosing 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 master
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 built'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all you winnings
And risk it one turn of pitch-and-toss
And lose, and start again at your beginings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If 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 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 living 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
