If you keep your head, while all about you

Are losing theirs nd blaming it on you;

If yo can trust yourself when others doubt you,

But make allowances for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about and not deal in lies,

Or being hated and not give way to hating,

Nor yet look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream and not make dreams your master,

If you can think and not make thought your aim;

If you can meet with triump and disaster

And treat those two imposters just the same;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it in one turn of pitch-and-toss,

Andlose and start again at the beginning,

And not breathe a word about your loss;

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 give your life to, broken

And stop to build them up again with worn-out tools;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinews

To serve their turn long after they are done,

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 and not lose the common touch;

If neither foes or loving friends can hurt you

And all en count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds wotrth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it

And, what is more, you’ll be a man, My Son!.