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 your 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 or disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear 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 them up with wornout tools;
If you can make a heap of all your winnings
And risk it 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 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 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
I memorized this poem in second or third grade, and I came across in a book the other day. Its interesting to read it again and see what I agree with and what I disagree with. However, I thought he should have directed it to a daughter instead!
