If you can hold your head, when the people around you lose everything and blame each other.
If you can believe in yourself, when everyone doubts you. Yet you can still understand their doubts.
If you can wait and not tired of waiting. Or lied to, but not lying. Hated, but not hate.
But it's still not very good, or not too wise.
If you can dream and no one forces you to dream.
If you can think and no one forces you to think.
If you can accept victory and disaster and accept both in the same way.
If you can hear the truth spoken by your lips. Although blocked by the wisdom that ensnare the fool.
Or witness everything that we wake up, crushed. But pick it up and rebuild it with a worn-out tool.
If you can cultivate victory and continue to soar.
Then lose, and start everything from scratch and never bring up defeat.
If we can strengthen the heart, nerves, and muscles of the flesh to make you stand up for defeat.
And stay afloat, even though you have nothing else but the will that says 'Hang on!'
If you can speak in front of the crowd and keep your dignity. Or walk with the King without forgetting as an ordinary person.
If no enemy and friend can hurt you.
If everyone helps you, but not too much.
If you can fill a painful moment with a sixty second long distance run.
Yours is Earth and everything contained in it
And, more than that, you're a Man, my child!