​If u can keep ur head when all about you,

Are losing theirs and blaming it on u,

If u can trust yourself when all men doubt u,

But make allowance for their doubting too,

If u can wait and never 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 u can dream – and not make dreams your master,

If u can think – and not make thoughts your aim,

If u can meet with triumph and disaster,

And treat those two imposters just the same,

If u can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken,

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for tools,

Or watch the things you give your life to, broken,

And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools.
If u can make one heap of all your winnings,

And risk it all in one turn of pitch and toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginning,

And never breathe a word of 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 u 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 u can fill the unforgiving minute,

With sixty seconds worth of distance run,

Yours is the earth and everything that’s in it,

If you can do this all and still smile normally with friends,

You are of great will and passion and valued friend of many,

And – which is more – you’ll be  man!


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