Monty Booij

World Poetry Day

I have chosen the poem 'If' by Rudy Kipling. I know this author because he wrote 'The Jungle Book'. I think this poem is about the person who reads it. This is why it is so special, because the reader can be any age, a girl or a boy, a man or a woman and in any situation. This poem inspired me because I felt it took me to a different world. I like the first and last paragraph the best because it helps me understand life ahead of me. I also feel that this poem is like a life lesson, it teaches how to behave and react when times are complicated ad difficult. One of my favourite lines is 'If you can dream and not make dreams your master; if you can think and not make thoughts your aim'. I like these lines they make me feel that I can be free.

Here is the Poem: IF

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 DisasterAnd treat those two impostors just the same;If you can bear to hear the truth you've spokenTwisted 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 beginningsAnd never breathe a word about your loss;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinewTo serve your turn long after they are gone,And so hold on when there is nothing in youExcept 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 minuteWith 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!