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 of waiting
Or being hated, don't give way to hating
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies
And yet don't look to good or 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 imposter's both the same
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken twisted by naves to make a trap for fools
And see the things you gave your life to ,broken,and stoop to build 'em up with worn out tools.
If you can make one heap out of all your winnings and risk it all on one turn of pitch - and - toss, and loose and start again at your beginning and never breathe a word of your loss
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew to serve their twin, long after they are gone
When there is nothing in you ,except the will with which to say to them - hold on.
If you can walk with crowds and keep your virtue
Or talk with kings nor loose the common touch
If neither foe nor friend can hurt you
If all men count with you, but none too much
If you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds of distance run
Then the world is yours and all that's in it but which is more than this
You'll be a man, My Son.