IF

This is the poem I did for 1st term, and I thought I'd see if I still remember it.

If
by Rudyard Kipling

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 allowances 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 hate
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 both triumph and disaster
and treat those two imposters just the same
If you bear to hear the truths 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 em' up with worn out tools

If you can make a heap of all your winnings
and risk it all in one turn of pitch and toss
and lose and never breath a word about your loss
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
to serve their turn long after you 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 nor lose the common touch
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you
If men count with you but none too much
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
with sixty seconds worth of distance run
Yours is the Earth and everthing that's in it,
and, whats more, you'll be a man my son