If...(Kipling)

#1
I just had had occasion to share this with HK junior (11 y.o.) - which made me think that it's not a bad code for how to live your life (for all that Kipling has become unfashionable in recent years). Here it is - enjoy!

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!
 
#2
Will he roll over and shoot himself now?
 

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#4
Kipling lived alongside the British Army in India, hence the dedication to Departmental Ditties...

I have eaten your bread and salt.
I have drunk your water and wine.
The deaths ye died I have watched beside,
And the lives ye led were mine.

Was there aught that I did not share
In vigil or toil or ease -
One joy or woe that I did not know,
Dear hearts across the seas ?

I have written the tale of our life
For a sheltered people's mirth,
In jesting guise - but ye are wise,
And ye know what the jest is worth.

Wordsmith
 
#5
Or as Kipling wrote about his own son: "If I hadn't pulled strings to get you through the medical,
Chances are the Germans wouldn't have shot **** out of you"
Sorry, My Bad,
Dad.
ps: couldn't bring you flowers, they never found your body.
 
#6
Hopefully not. It was a v2 issue and I think he got the point. Either that or he realises that his Dad is a boring sh1t who should be ignored at all costs.
Nah. You are quite right, Kipling was taught when I was at school and it is good for kids to have something like that given to them. Sadly, today's schools would rather teach kids how to fill out benefit forms. My comment was a little acerbic and aimed at the other side of the Kipling spectrum, which is unfashionable these days in this antiseptic (and I don't mean anti American), politically correct world.
 
#8
Nah. You are quite right, Kipling was taught when I was at school and it is good for kids to have something like that given to them. Sadly, today's schools would rather teach kids how to fill out benefit forms. My comment was a little acerbic and aimed at the other side of the Kipling spectrum, which is unfashionable these days in this antiseptic (and I don't mean anti American), politically correct world.
They don't always "get it" at first but this is timeless stuff if you can leave the jingoism aside. Mostly happy with my kids' schools though - they are I think teaching a work ethic.
 
#9
Gave that poem to the son & Heir on the event of his 18th birthday.

Told him to read & inwardly digest. This was the code we had brought him up with and the one we hope he will continue to adhere to now that adulthood has claimed him.
 
#11
Or there's always this parody, which surfaced in the 1980s

IF NOT
If you can’t trim your sails to suit the weather,
If you can’t take your chance to pass the buck,
If you can’t offer cardboard goods as leather
And then persuade the mugs to buy the muck;
If you can’t work a profitable fiddle
Or cheat the Customs when you’ve been abroad,
If you can’t wangle your returns, and diddle
The Income Tax, yet not be charged with fraud;

If you can’t learn the craft of social climbing
And damn the eyes of those who’re underneath;
If you can’t kid your friend you’re not two-timing,
Then, when it suits you, kick him in the teeth;
If you can’t run a car on public money,
Or have your lunch each day at the Savoy,
You’re going to find that life’s not at all funny,
For, take my tip, you’ll miss the bus, old boy.
 
#13
I!

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,
You obviously don't understand the situation!

Fixed it for you :=)
 
#14
Once had an RSM, from one of the fast Marching Regts. whilst stationed in Plymouth,

who could quote chapter and every verse from Kipling.

At any ACF/CCF Mess do, he was in great demand to recite at least one Poem...

Gunga Din was always a favourite simply because of his movements and accents.

Many, many Members must have come across this complete Gent, his nickname

is something that a VM would use !!
 
#18
Once had an RSM, from one of the fast Marching Regts. whilst stationed in Plymouth,

who could quote chapter and every verse from Kipling.

At any ACF/CCF Mess do, he was in great demand to recite at least one Poem...

Gunga Din was always a favourite simply because of his movements and accents.

Many, many Members must have come across this complete Gent, his nickname

is something that a VM would use !!
VOR
LAD
Servicing Bay
Naafi Break
Church Key

Must be WO1 RSM Servicing Bay (affix surname here)

sent from my sony android gucci thing using sausage fingers and dyslexiacheckspell
 
#19
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The Stranger within my Gate
Rudyard Kipling
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[TD="width: 284"]The Stranger within my gate,
He may be true or kind,
But he does not talk my talk--
I cannot feel his mind
I see the face and the eyes and mouth
But not the soul behind. The men of my own stock,
They may do ill or well,
But they tell the lies I am wonted to,
They are used to the lies I tell;
And we do not need interpreters
When we go to buy and sell.
The stranger within my gates
He may be evil or good
But I cannot tell what powers control,
What reasons sway his mood;
Nor when the Gods of his far-off land
Shall repossess his blood.
The men of my own stock,
Bitter bad they may be,
But at least they hear the things I hear
And see the things I see;
And whatever I think of them and their likes,
They think of the likes of me.
This was my father's belief,
And this is also mine:
Let all the corn be one sheaf
And the grapes be all one vine
Ere our children's teeth are set on edge
By bitter bread and wine
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THE WRATH OF THE AWAKENED SAXON
by Rudyard Kipling


It was not part of their blood,
It came to them very late,
With long arrears to make good,
When the Saxon began to hate.

They were not easily moved,
They were icy -- willing to wait
Till every count should be proved,
Ere the Saxon began to hate.

Their voices were even and low.
Their eyes were level and straight.
There was neither sign nor show
When the Saxon began to hate.

It was not preached to the crowd.
It was not taught by the state.
No man spoke it aloud
When the Saxon began to hate.

It was not suddently bred.
It will not swiftly abate.
Through the chilled years ahead,
When Time shall count from the date
That the Saxon began to hate.





He was a bit before his time.
 
#20
Wow, 5A, you are in a benevolent mood today, I'm feeling a little left out 'cos you
haven't called me a 'Bellend or Cnut' lately.

Clue:- Open ended or ring !!
 

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