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 man
doubt you,
But make allowance 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 don't make dreams
Your master;
If you can think-and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Thrimp and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the
Same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you have
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 one heap of all your
winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss;
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 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 does not the loving friends can
hurt you,
If all man 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 will be a Man,my
Son!
:-By RUDYARD KIPLING