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,
Yet make allowances for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not grow 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 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 to build 'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings,
And risk it on one throw of ptich 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 soul 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 worht of distance run
Yours is the Earth, and everything that's in it,
And -- which is more -- you'll be a man, my son!
