If you can dream- and not make your dreams your master,
If you can think and not make you thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with triumph and disaster,
And treat these 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 talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings- not lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute,
With 60 seconds worth of distance run –
Yours is the earth and everything that’s in it,
And what’s more, you’ll be a MAN my son.