sir yes sir  

mary1025 47F
2/20/2006 11:41 am
sir yes sir

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 imposters 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!

Plano69 54M

2/21/2006 7:43 am

it's so hard
such a catch 22
being bad is easier
and make more money too
straight and narrow
me and my arrow
I can't live
they all laughed at Edison
alright allnight long
carry on

mary1025 47F

2/21/2006 11:00 am

kipling's if
his poem became
my way before
i read it
learning to survive
the greatest gift
of adversity

leather63 53M
770 posts
2/22/2006 10:04 pm

i never thought id read "If" by Kipling on AdultFriendFinder good show mary1025
it is a clasiic piece or work

mary1025 47F

2/25/2006 1:03 am

"I suppose what I was looking for was what I read about in On The Road - looking for the great city, looking for the speed, the sound of it, looking for what Allen Ginsberg had called the 'hydrogen jukebox world.' Maybe I'd lived in it all my life, I didn't know, but nobody ever called it that... I had already landed in a parallel universe, anyway, with more archaic principles and values; one where actions and virtues were old style and judgmental things came falling out on their heads. A culture with outlaw women, super thugs, demon lovers and gospel truths... streets and valleys, rich peaty swamps, with landowners and oilmen... - an invisible world that towered overhead with walls gleaming corridors. It was all there and it was clear - ideal and God-fearing - but you had to go find it."

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