If..by rudyard kipling??

Question

does anyone no the words to this poem ..please help

Answer 1

Answer1 has already furnished you with the wonderful words, but as a thought I add this snippet.  If you like Kipling's works, it whets your appetite to know more about the man and try to gain insight into what he wrote.

The death of Kipling’s only son, John, serving with the Irish Guards in the First World War in September 1915, brought Kipling great sorrow. Following the sorrow from the death of his daughter Josephine in 1896 whilst the family lived in America. It wasn’t until the end of the war that Kipling finally acknowledged his son’s death, spending years after the war in a vain attempt to locate his son’s body, who even today has no known grave.  

Kipling declined the Poet Laureateship and the Order of Merit (the latter on three occasions) but accepted the Nobel Prize in 1907, the first English writer to receive the prize.

Rudyard Kipling died on 18 January 1936 and is buried in Poet’s Corner at Westminster Abbey.  His autobiography, Something of Myself, was published posthumously in 1937.

Answer 2

most males end it by adding the line-You'll be a better man than me- Gunga Din.

Answer 3

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!

By Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936).