IF OF KIPLING

If you can keep your head when all about you
are loosing theirs and blaming it on you
if you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
but make allowance for their doubting too
if yu can wait and not be tired by waiting,
or being lied about,dont deal on lies ,
or being hated dont give way to hating,
and yet look too goood,nor for talk too wise

in you can dream and not make dreams your master;
if you can think and dont 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 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 ém up with worn-out tools;
If you can make a heap of all your winnings,
and risk it one,turn of pitch and toss,,
and lose and start again at your beginning
and never breathe a word about your loss,
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
to serve your turn,log after their are gone
and so hold on when there is nothing in you,
except the will wich says to them ,hold on.
if you can talk with crowds and keep you virtue,
or walk with Kings-nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving firend can hurt you,
if all men count with you bu none too much ,
if you can fill the unforgiving minute
with sixty seconds worth of distance run
yours is the earth and everything that is in it
and wich is more you´ll be a man,my son.

Rudyard Kipling 1897

Image,Seurat,french painter.