Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Wednesday Words "If" by Rudyard Kipling

IN honour of it being Father's Day on Sunday, I have chosen this, as a poem that speaks volumes about the way we should raise our children, until they are men (or women!)  

It's by Rudyard Kipling, written in 1910.

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 imposters 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!

It's an amazing poem, in my not massively humble opinion, and especially for me, the parts where it talks about loss, and trying again, and holding on when there is nothing in us. 

Speaking of holding on when there is nothing in us, and of keeping going on, head over to the lovely Crazy With Twins and give her bloggy hugs for being fabulous in the face of cancer and cocking a snook at radiation.  

Crazy With Twins

1 comment:

Emma Day said...

I absolutely LOVE this poem.

And whilst I am not a man, it still reminds me of the kind of person i would like to be.

Thankyou for your kind words and support for me and for linking up to #WednesdayWords