

If you can make one heap of all your winningsĪnd risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,Īnd lose, and start again at your beginningsĪnd never breathe a word about your loss

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,Īnd stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

If you can meet with Triumph and DisasterĪnd treat those two impostors just the same If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim If you can dream - and not make dreams your master Or being hated, don't give way to hating,Īnd yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,īut make allowance for their doubting too “If you can keep your head when all about you
