If
(Rudyard Kipling)

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 me doubt you

Yet 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

Yet neither look too good, nor talk too wise

If you can dream and not make dreams your master

Or 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 see the things you gave your life to broken

And stoop to build them 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

And lose and start again at your beginning

Yet never breathe a word about your loss

If you can force your heart your 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 me count with you but none too much

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds worth of distance run

Your's is the Earth and everything that's in it

And what is more, you'll be a man my son