ANTHOLOGY

IF
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!

Rudyard Kipling

Parents, they are always there for us with their eternal love. They are always there, guiding and supporting us. I chose this poem because it reminds me of my father, his advices, his worries about me and the most important thing his love for me that will live inside me for ever.