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poem dedicated to me by my father

If you can keep your head
when all about you Are losing;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you But make allowance
having their doubts;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied
not
deal in lies, Or being hated do not give way to ' hate
yet not 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-destroyed -
And stoop and build them up with worn out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on
one turn heads and tails and
lose, and start all over again
never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart, your nerves, your wrists
to carry you a long time after that you will feel more
And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will
who tells them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings

without losing the common touch, can not hurt you
If neither foes nor loving friends
;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
valuing every moment passing,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it
and - most importantly - you'll be a Man my son!
"IF" by Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)