If - By Rudyard Kipling (read by Tom O'Bedlam)

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My grandfather lived by this poem, he taught each of us to live by these wise words.

whumpcookies

This poem is timeless. Exellent it is. Salute from Norway.

tomerikrasmussen

Such a gorgeous voice, perfect for adding emotion to the poem without being distracting

NightWhisperOfShadow

I have a tradition: I read this poem to my son, Aristotle, every year on his birthday since he was 7. He is still moved by it…

Learningdvg

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 wornout 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!

camilazakariya

Coming home from work, watching this, and I feel like being recharged.

alvirosy

Kipling wrote the poem in 1910 as a father's wish for his 12 year old son. 5 years later, his only son died during WWI, reportedly attacking German army with a head injury in September 1915 during the Battle of Loos.

cafepoem