… ‘IF’… let there be no ‘ifs’ nor ‘buts’ about it…









…now and again, this ol’ Jurassic takes a pot at scribbling what might be loosely called ‘poetry’, but when the whimsy is on me, I revert to delving into books such as the Collected Poems Of Rudyard Kipling… I find in those kinda pages distilled wisdom that is ageless… this afternoon I happened back across that wunnerful offering, the great man’s magnificent ‘IF’… I’ll append it at the end of this post for emb’dy who wants to read it all as it’s well WURTH a measured read… but meantime, let me pick out a coupla gems from it…


…’If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster 

    And treat those two impostors just the same;…
…it has taken me all of multi decades of experience to acknowledge that eternal truth… emotion has the capacity to so easily run away with my sense of balance in many things… hopefully over the years, that has tempered down sum’what… the other day, I mentioned in the blog about a balanced approach to reviews that we quill-scrapers get for our wee masterpieces from time to time… there’s nowt wrong with savouring the moment when a genuine compliment comes yer way about yer WURK… but don’t get overwrought when sumb’dy doesn’t share yer own LUV for yer novel…
…the other pearl I enjoy so much is this:
‘…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!…’
…for me as an Author that translates to filling my time usefully, not necessarily banging my head against needless deadlines… enjoying the literary ‘stroll through the garden, smelling the roses… there now, that’s enuff of my cogitating for one post… here’s the whole of ‘IF’… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!
IF… by Rudyard Kipling
(‘Brother Square-Toes’—Rewards and Fairies)
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!


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13 responses to “… ‘IF’… let there be no ‘ifs’ nor ‘buts’ about it…

  1. One of my all time favourites, Seumas, and full of wonderful advice for anyone… I refuse to be a man 🙂

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  2. Just lovely, Seumas. Kipling is one of my favorite poets. Thanks so much for sharing that with us. 🙂

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  3. Wow…great poetry, Seumas!! I’m impressed 🙂 Have a great weekend that man!

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  4. THIS was drummed into me as I grew up Seumas 😀
    I don’t know if it made me a better person than I would otherwise have been, but it did give me pause for thought many times in my life when decisions had to be made and consequences lived with.

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  5. Great poem although I agree with Sue

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  6. What a shame his relationship with his son was so tragic.

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