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 allowance for their doubting too;
if you can wait and not be tired of waiting,
or being lied about and don't deal in lies,
or being hated don't give way to hating,
and yet don't look too good,nor walk 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 impostors just the same,
if you can 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.
ant stoop and build em up with worn out tools,
if you can make heap of your winnings,
and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
and lose,and start at your beginnings,
and never breathe a word about your loss,
if you can force your heart and nerve to sinew,
to serve your turn long after they are gone,
and so hold on where there is nothing in you,
except the will to say ''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,
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 will be a man, my son.
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