IF

Poetry isn't something that I dive into on a regular basis, in fact, I rarely ever read it. There are a couple that have stuck with me over the years...When I was One and Twenty; The Road not Taken....  The one that hits me now and sticks out is one I wanted to share with you today.  I feel that every single line in this poem can teach a lesson.  It's something that comes to mind every once in awhile and when it does, I take the time to look it up and read it.  This poem, hung on the wall in my parents house on a cloth scroll of sorts.  In a world that seems to be changing so much these days it seems like something to cling to.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

IF by Rudyard Kipling

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 imposters 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 your beginnings

And never breathe 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!

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