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!
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.
@@Roybatty066 he has a fantastic voice. He had his own channel for years, and it’s still there called “spoken verse,“ however, it seems as though he’s disappeared. No one knows exactly who he was, but Roger Ebert, theorized he was a mid-level theatrical, and maybe even film actor from what I’ve heard.
Check out his channel “Spokenverse.” He disappeared a few years back and nobody knows who he is. He has a ton of great poetry and short stories on there.
My grandfather lived by this poem, he taught each of us to live by these wise words.
This poem is timeless. Exellent it is. Salute from Norway.
Such a gorgeous voice, perfect for adding emotion to the poem without being distracting
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…
One Word:) Goosebumps!!!
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!
Have three sons of my own .. and this beautiful poem makes me cry every time I hear it ..
Thank you so much for posting this❣
Jen999💙
Coming home from work, watching this, and I feel like being recharged.
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.
Wonderful poem
This is amazing
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"Worn out tools." Every day, in every way. Tools worn down by my own foolishness.
Who is this narrator? Tom O'Bedlam is a fictional character from Shakespeare's King Lear..
Anyone??
Ya. I looked it up to. Wth, who is speaking ?
@@Roybatty066 he has a fantastic voice. He had his own channel for years, and it’s still there called “spoken verse,“ however, it seems as though he’s disappeared. No one knows exactly who he was, but Roger Ebert, theorized he was a mid-level theatrical, and maybe even film actor from what I’ve heard.
Awesomeness
Wonderful! What is the background music?
0:23 ❤❤❤ 0:27
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this would be so much better without the music
Check out his channel “Spokenverse.” He disappeared a few years back and nobody knows who he is. He has a ton of great poetry and short stories on there.
Awesomeness