If you can keep your head when all about you
are losing theirs and blaming it on you
If you can trust your self 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, don't deal in lies
Or being hated, don't give way to hating
Nor 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 treet 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
If you can watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn out tools
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
and risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
and lose, and start again at your beginnings
And not breath 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 that 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 foe or loving friend 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.
THE END go home now! Your friend,
-Finnian
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