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 be lied about, don't deal in lies or being
hated don't give way to hating and you 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 just the same if you can bear to hear
the truth you've spoken twisted by knaves to make a trap fools or watch the things you gave
your life to broken and stoop and build them up with worn out tools if you can make one heap
of all your winnings and risk it on one turn of pitch and toss and lose and start again at your
beginnings and never breathe a word about your loss if you can force your heart and nerve and
send you to serve your turn long after they are gone 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 don't lose the common touch if neither foes or loving friends can hurt you if all
men count with you but not too much if you can fill the unforgiving minute with 60 seconds worth
of distance run yours is the earth and everything that's in it and which is more you're gonna be a
man my son
