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 one heap of all your winnings And risk it for 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 talk with crouds And keep your virtue or walk with kings Nor lose the common touch If neither foes nor loving frienda can hurt you If all men count with you But none to much If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds worth of distance run Yours is the Earth And everything in it And which is more You'll be a man My son