A Great Poem And Wise Advice

[Oleg Bach]

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,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting

Or being leid about. don't deal in lies,

Or being hated don't give way tio 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 imposterors 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'em 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 our beginings

And never breathe a word about our loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there nothing in you

Except the will which says to them: Hold on!

If you can talk with crowds nd 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 none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seonds' worth of distance run,

Yours is the earth and everything thats in it.

And- which is more- you'll be a man, my son!

RUDYARD KIPLING.

[Oleg Bach]

Would like to hear a few comments on the value of this dated piece - if it is still relevant in todays world?

[Oleg Bach]

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,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting

Or being leid about. don't deal in lies,

Or being hated don't give way tio 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 imposterors 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'em 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 our beginings

And never breathe a word about our loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there nothing in you

Except the will which says to them: Hold on!

If you can talk with crowds nd 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 none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seonds' worth of distance run,

Yours is the earth and everything thats in it.

And- which is more- you'll be a man, my son!

RUDYARD KIPLING.

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[Oleg Bach]

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Dedicate to benny and bush cheney - my two favourites. My favorite prince and consort.

[Sir Bandelot]

Also,

If you can post

at Mapleleafweb.com,

and still retain your cheerfulness

avoid the right wingers gloom

If you can defend the truth

against Dog-On-Porch and Cheney,

and not get sucked in,

by Argus or Shady,

Then you will be master

of defending whats right

exposing villainous posters

on that dreadful web site

[DogOnPorch]

Also,

If you can post

at Mapleleafweb.com,

and still retain your cheerfulness

avoid the right wingers gloom

If you can defend the truth

against Dog-On-Porch and Cheney,

and not get sucked in,

by Argus or Shady,

Then you will be master

of defending whats right

exposing villainous posters

on that dreadful web site

Ha! Well done.

[Guest TrueMetis]

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,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting

Or being leid about. don't deal in lies,

Or being hated don't give way tio 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 imposterors 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'em 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 our beginings

And never breathe a word about our loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there nothing in you

Except the will which says to them: Hold on!

If you can talk with crowds nd 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 none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seonds' worth of distance run,

Yours is the earth and everything thats in it.

And- which is more- you'll be a man, my son!

RUDYARD KIPLING.

I like it. There are alot of people I know who should hear this.