Timeless, Poetic Advice

Sometimes the best advice is old advice. When I was a boy, my grandfather read me a poem, "If" from Rudyard Kipling. From time to time as a teenager, I'd go to my high school library and read that poem, standing between the stacks in the basement of St. , from a well-worn Kipling compilation. I went a few years without reading it, yet trying and meeting with mixed success its aspirations. In law school, one of my roommates (Stan) gave me a photocopy of the poem as a gift. He must have sensed I needed the positive reinforcement. Three decades later, I still have the worn photocopy in a folder at home. While looking for something else recently, I came upon it and read it. Though it is written as advice to a young man, it is timeless advice to all people of all ages - even politicians!

If

By Rudyard Kipling

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!"*

*(A modern Kipling may have ended it: "You will be a better human, once your race is run.")