If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you
If you can trust yourself when they all doubt you
But allow for their doubting too
If you can wait and not be tired by it
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies
Or being hated, don't give way to hating
Don't look too good, nor talk too wise
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'll be a Man, my son
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 impostors 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 kneeling down you build them up
If you can make a pile of all your winnings
And risk it on one game of pitch and toss
And lose and start again from your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss
F 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'll be a Man, my son