Viva_Palmeiras
06-05-2016, 11:22 PM
If you cant keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you cant trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you cant wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you cant dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you cant think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you cant meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you cant 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 cant make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you cant force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you cant 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 all men count with you, but none too much;
If you cant 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 evicted from ...... , my son!
;)
Ggtth
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you cant trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you cant wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you cant dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you cant think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you cant meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you cant 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 cant make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you cant force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you cant 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 all men count with you, but none too much;
If you cant 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 evicted from ...... , my son!
;)
Ggtth