IF.... YOU CAN

If you can stand while all about you things look crooked
then mum can do no wrong !

If you can watch as people stare and whisper
but still join in her song

If you can wait and not grow tired of waiting
while she places you here and there

If you can do all this and still smile
then you must really care

DJ Owen




What do you mean RK?  It was me!  DJO ! Okay Okay it was not me but Rudyard Kipling's Poem IF that Ragnor quotes while standing in Rudyard's garden at his house Batemans .
And that bench is on a hill!it is......


A wonderful inspiring place to visit and so below I have put his wonderful poem.


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IF

IF you can keep your head while 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 but 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 to good,nor talk to wise:


If you can dream- and not make dreams your master;
if you can think - but 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 for, 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 that 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- your'll be a Man,  my son !

By Rudyard Kipling












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