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 by waiting,
Or, being lied about, or 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 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 and build them 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 never breathe a word about you loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and never sinew,
To serve your turn long after you are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothin 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 living friends can hurt you,
If all men count to you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ of long distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything in it,
And - which is more - you’ll be a man my son!