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                                       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 impostors 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!
                                                            By Rudyard Kipling
                                               Son you have made being a parent a joy,
                                                       Love always and forever,
                               Mom,Dad,Sara,Riley,Nanny,Aunt Renee,Uncle Mark












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