The Shoat Statements

Random musings by the multiple voices inside my head.

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!

- Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)

2 comments:

thekillromeoproject said... 6 June 2008 at 01:24  

The Client Service Creed

If you can bow your head humbly when all about you
the creatives are screaming and blaming it on you,
If you can accept that compared to the creatives
You’re just a bad smelling pile of dog poo.

If you can admit that you’re not fit to kiss the ground
That the lowliest of creatives trod,
If you can dream and then to the fact come round
That creatives truly dream while you just mournfully plod.

If you can think – but wait a minute, you can’t
So please let the creatives fight that battle for you,
If you can stop trying to be the super star you aren’t
And admit the creatives are laughing at you.

If you can manage to stop tripping on your two left feet
And also get your head out of your ass,
If you can stop staring at all the women you meet
And stop acting like you’re totally on grass,

If you can pay homage to the gods in creative
And accept with thanks their vile invective,
If you can bend over to be really persuasive
And enjoy the agony in the correct perspective.

If all of these things you can someday achieve
The creative gods you will never aggrieve,
Promotions and increments you will accrue
And be an ad man true and true.

(With apologies to Rudyard Kipling if you know who he is)

I have always loved this poem by Kipling and have always sought inspiration from him. Been visiting your blog for some days now.

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