Sunday, June 07, 2009

Congratulations, Middle! And why are there no poems about GIRLS graduating? (Sunday's Poem 20)


by Rudyard Kipling

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 wornout 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!

Middle is graduating from high school today -- with honors, and with a partial scholarship to the UW-Oshkosh next year, a school she chose over the others that accepted her (including Michigan State.) So despite the fact that she doesn't read my blog (it's, and I quote, "boring,") and despite the fact that she doesn't read poetry (and I quote: "Why would I?") I have decided to try to inspire her with a poem that could send her forth into the world with stirring words and rhymes.

Only there's no poems aimed at girls, so
If was the best I could do.

The picture is Middle's Self-Portrait from last year.

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