Can say .. this is one of the poem that makes me realize hopes ..
'If you can keep your head, while all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you ;
If you can trust yourselft when others doubt you,
But make allownances for thier doubting too ;
'If you can wait and nnot tired of waiting,
Or being lied about and not deal in lies,
Or ebing hated and not gove way to hating,
Nor yet look too good, nor talk too wise ;
'If you can dream and not make dreams your Master,
If you can think and not make thought your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
'If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it in one turn of pitvh-and-toss,
And lose and start again at the beginning,
And not breathe a word about your loss;
'If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap fro fools,
Or see the things you give your life to, broken
And stop to bulid them up again with worn-out tools;
'If you can force your heart and nerves and sinews
To serve their turn long after they are done,
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 virute,
Or walk with Kings and not lose the common touch;
If neither foes or loving friends can hurt you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you ;
If you can trust yourselft when others doubt you,
But make allownances for thier doubting too ;
'If you can wait and nnot tired of waiting,
Or being lied about and not deal in lies,
Or ebing hated and not gove way to hating,
Nor yet look too good, nor talk too wise ;
'If you can dream and not make dreams your Master,
If you can think and not make thought your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
'If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it in one turn of pitvh-and-toss,
And lose and start again at the beginning,
And not breathe a word about your loss;
'If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap fro fools,
Or see the things you give your life to, broken
And stop to bulid them up again with worn-out tools;
'If you can force your heart and nerves and sinews
To serve their turn long after they are done,
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 virute,
Or walk with Kings and not lose the common touch;
If neither foes or loving friends can hurt you
And 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 Easth and everything that's in it
And, what is more, you'll be a aman, My Son!'
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