i first heard this when i was 7 years old on the Footies Anthems Album we had lying around. I would listen to it to help lift my spirits. This poem has stuck with me for the last 15 years
right then, and you are it. What you do, or don't do, in that minute is for keeps, there are no second chances, not then not later. Thus it is "unforgiving" in the fullest possible way. '60 seconds worth of distance run' - no time is wasted, you've given all you have when it counted.
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!
No, the single most important line would be to fill the unforgiving minute with 60 seconds worth of distance run. If you ever end up in that situation, you'll understand how big a thing that is.
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 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!
Lyrics by Kipling music by oh that's right there should be no lyrics, narrated by Des Lynam an Irish man who brought this out to inspire the English football team in the world cup, Jack Charlton who played for England in the 66 world cup winning team sais, but your Irish Des !
us brits have great poems of manhood like these and great speeches which is why we will always fight the oppressed oppression of islam nations or anyone else that would dare take our freedoms from us
It's been changed in an advert for female body lotion so the poem is now about mums. Fighting oppressive religion is fine but why does no-one fight for men in the uk anymore against oppressive feminism etc. A poem about manhood from a country that has just given yet another example of why it has none anymore.
i first heard this when i was 7 years old on the Footies Anthems Album we had lying around. I would listen to it to help lift my spirits. This poem has stuck with me for the last 15 years
I never get tired of hearing this Poem.
best ever rendition of this amazing truthful poem
I love Kipling. He really does write exceedingly good poems.
I doff my cap to you
This poem is the blueprint of my life.
I want to make this poem the blueprint of my life
Beautiful.
One of the greatest poems of the stoic philosophy.
My dad read this to me on my 13th birthday and I will read it on my sons 13th
right then, and you are it. What you do, or don't do, in that minute is for keeps, there are no second chances, not then not later. Thus it is "unforgiving" in the fullest possible way. '60 seconds worth of distance run' - no time is wasted, you've given all you have when it counted.
Beautiful!
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!
No, the single most important line would be to fill the unforgiving minute with 60 seconds worth of distance run. If you ever end up in that situation, you'll understand how big a thing that is.
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!'
Sod being 'a man my son' - 'yours will be the earth, and everything in it'. Now THAT'S a line.
I prefer "You've earned the right to have a bit of fun."
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!
Ice cool Des
Nice.
He does make exceedingly good cakes.
What is the music in the background??
faure pavane
Why the music overtones.?
Gabriel Faure's pavane
Lyrics by Kipling music by oh that's right there should be no lyrics, narrated by Des Lynam an Irish man who brought this out to inspire the English football team in the world cup, Jack Charlton who played for England in the 66 world cup winning team sais, but your Irish Des !
us brits have great poems of manhood like these and great speeches which is why we will always fight the oppressed oppression of islam nations or anyone else that would dare take our freedoms from us
It's been changed in an advert for female body lotion so the poem is now about mums.
Fighting oppressive religion is fine but why does no-one fight for men in the uk anymore against oppressive feminism etc.
A poem about manhood from a country that has just given yet another example of why it has none anymore.
+Gambit771 Why do you feel threatend? Women now have the same staus as men. What is wrong with that?
Lady Gaga...