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(Adapted from the Rudyard Kipling poem “IF”)

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 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 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