Man im on fire

This poem has not yet been named and shall be christened by my friend who inspired me to reconnect with my creative side



If I can keep my head when all about I are losing theirs and blaming it on me;
If I can trust myself when all men doubt me, but make allowance for their doubting too;
If I can wait and not be tired by waiting, or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If I can dream - and not make dreams my master, if I can think - and not make thoughts my aim;
If I can meet with triumph and disaster and treat those two imposters just the same;
If I can bear to hear the truth I've spoken twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things I gave to life broken, and build them up with worn-out tools;

If I can make one heap of all my winnings and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at my beginnings and never breathe a word about my loss;
If I can force my heart and nerve and sinew to serve my turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in me except the will which says to me: "Hold on";

If I can talk with crowds and keep my virtue, or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt me, if all men count with me, but none too much;
If I can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds' worth of distance run;
Mine is the Earth and everything that's in it;
It is then that I'll be a true man, a man my Mother would be proud to call her SON!!