IF Poem

xohezewi's version from 2016-03-14 13:20


If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal with lies, Or being hated, don’t give away to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
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:Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
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 fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
And- which is more- you’ll be a Man, my son!