You May Be a Man… IF
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 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 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 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 and build ‘em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your 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 is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can 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 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!
by. Rudyard Kipling
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Category: Confident & Manly
I Love this website!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thanks Ben!
yesss – i’ve had this folded in my wallet since grade 8
This is amazing. I’ve had a copy of this for a while, but seeing it again here reminds me how powerful it is, and how much I’ve forgotten about it. I am going to start giving this out to my coaching clients, struggling to take ownership of their own power.
Thanks for the swagga.
@alexanderblake
I got this in a card for my high school graduation. In the ensuing 35 years I’ve had many chances to forget and remember it.
Words to live by, if you can pull it off.
This is the first poem I’ve ever learned to remember every word of. Not a bad one to start out with in my opinion.