If

If u can keep ur head when all about u
Are losing theirs n blaming it on u;
If u can trust yourself when all men doubt u,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If u can wait n not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
N yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If u can dream---n not make dreams ur master;
If u can think---n not make thoughts ur aim,
If u can meet with Triumph n Disaster
N treat those two impostors just the same:.
If u can bear to hear the truth u've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things u gave ur life to, broken,
N stoop n build'em up with worn-out tools;

If u can make one heap of all ur winnings
N risk it on one turn of pitch-n-toss,
N lose, n start again at ur beginnings,
N never breathe a word about ur loss:
If u can force ur heart n nerve n sinew
To serve ur turn long after they are gone,
N so hold on when there is nothing in u
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If u can talk with crowds n keep ur virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt u,
If all men count with u, but none too much:
If u can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Urs is the Earth n everything that's in it,
N---which is more---u'll be a Man, my son!