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[disciple99]

hey folks just read a great poem
“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 all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath 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!

man this poem is the essence of what a man should be.
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[Mystique]

That poem is amazing! I'm into the arts and I love poetry - I write them actually.

 

[Byron]

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

-Dylan Thomas <3 fucking amazing.

Bonus points if you listen to G-Eazy's rendition in Intro in his latest album.

Rage my friends,
Byron