If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you If you can trust yourself when they all doubt you But allow for their doubting too If you can wait and not be tired by it Or being lied about, don't deal in lies Or being hated, don't give way to hating Don't look too good, nor talk too wise 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 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 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 kneeling down you build them up If you can make a pile of all your winnings And risk it on one game of pitch and toss And lose and start again from your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss F 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