Although a little preach-y, maybe even a little Polly-anish,
and certainly something way out of my reach,
I get consolation, hope, and inspiration from these words…
It may be that someone else may benefit today from them, too.
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!
It’s a while since I’ve read that, and yes, I needed to read that today. Thank you.
I love this poem. Thanks for bringing it into my life today, Randy. I deny “preachy” and
“Polly-anish” and chose “inspirational” and “challenging.”
That it is….
“If” a lot more people followed these ideas and ideals, the world would be a much better place and certainly there would be many men who were men.
Hopefully more than one.
thought a-men was more than one, otherwise it would be a-man. 😉
But the “a” implies one.. However, I knew what you meant.
ah… got it
I just I’ll just say hallelujah from now on
“If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;” That’s my biggest downfall. Well, that and my lil’ temper.
It’s progress, not perfection I am told.
I have a print-out of this poem, I carry along everywhere I go! 🙂 This and Desiderata by Max Ehrmann!
I will be posting Desiderata on my blog with a footnote to you tomorrow – and Invictus on Monday. Thanks.
Oh! I completely forgot about Invictus.. Another good poem! Always feels good to read these gems again! 🙂
I felt that same way when I read it and was compelled to post it.
What a great poem and reminiscence.
Nice reminder, I just read an extract of this on my What They Said page while looking for a quote for Tele at Hooked so perfect to then come across the entire poem.
That is some quote page you have there… 😉
Thanks, I created it when I realised that each time I posted a new quote I lost the previous one, couldn’t bear to lose them entirely and even now when I look back I am reminded of all the books they represented.
This is my first encounter with the poem, and I LOVE it! Eye – opener, it s.
I’m so glad… stay tuned, more to come.