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

don't 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 just 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 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 sinew

to serve your turn long after they're 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 nor

lose the common touch

if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you

if all men count with you but a none too much

if you can fill the unforgiving minute with

sixty seconds worth of distance run

yours is the earth and everything that's in it

and which is more

you will be a man, my son