IF

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, yet make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
If you can dream and not make dreams your masters,
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with triumph and disaster and treat those two 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 stoop to build them up with worn out tools; If you can make a heap of your winnings,
and risk them all in 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 crowds and keep your virtue,
or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foe nor friends can hurt you,
If all men count on you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving moment minute, with 60 seconds worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything in it,
And whats more--you'll be a man my son! --- Rudyard Kipling