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 of waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, dont 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 impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth your'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 breath a word abour 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 then: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virture,
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!
(This is the CLASSIC FORM -style of Siebra and Mozells poems in my eye sight, need I say more, lol ((smile))
Posted By: ROBINSON IRMA
Wednesday, September 14th 2011 at 2:48AM
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