For Jewels and Kato

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 away to hating,
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 as just the same,
if you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
twisted by knaves to make traps for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
and stoop to build them with worn out tools

If you can talk with crowds and not lose your virtue,
Or walk with Kings-nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
if all life can count, but not too much
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds of distance run
yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more- you'll be a man, my son!

Kipling