Please accept my deepest sympathy for the passing of Sean. He was a very dear friend, co-worker and thoughtful person. He will always be remember by the people who’s lives he touched. Cheers Sean – you will be missed!
First, I send my deepest sympathy to your family, brothers in arms, and friends. I count myself blessed to have known you. You were such a kind, considerate, and funny man. You were also a true hero. You were my hero. You made a difference to me and all who’s lives you touched. I will never forget you and the many conversation’s we had. What we had was a gift and I thank God for you coming into my life. I couldn’t believe when we talked that Friday Oct. 11, 2013 would be our last time to talk. I would have kept on talking if it would have made a difference. You were so kind, loving,funny, and always interesting. We never ran out of things to talk about. I miss you so much and will miss you forever more, dear Sean. Sneep well dear one. You are and were loved.
(‘Brother Square-Toes’—Rewards and Fairies) IF 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! Source: A Choice of Kipling’s Verse (1943) back to top RELATED CONTENT Discover this poem’s context and related poetry, articles, and media. POET Rudyard Kipling 1865–1936 POET’S REGION England SCHOOL / PERIOD Victorian SUBJECTS Religion, Living, Faith & Doubt, Coming of Age OCCASIONS Graduation POETIC TERMS Rhymed Stanza More about this p B
(‘Brother Square-Toes’—Rewards and Fairies) IF 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! Source: A Choice of Kipling’s Verse (1943) back to top RELATED CONTENT Discover this poem’s context and related poetry, articles, and media. POET Rudyard Kipling 1865–1936 POET’S REGION England SCHOOL / PERIOD Victorian SUBJECTS Religion, Living, Faith & Doubt, Coming of Age OCCASIONS Graduation POETIC TERMS Rhymed Stanza More about this p B
Please accept my deepest sympathy for the passing of Sean. He was a very dear friend, co-worker and thoughtful person. He will always be remember by the people who’s lives he touched. Cheers Sean – you will be missed!
Sean you will be greatly missed. You were a fun and caring person. May you rest in peace.
First, I send my deepest sympathy to your family, brothers in arms, and friends. I count myself blessed to have known you. You were such a kind, considerate, and funny man. You were also a true hero. You were my hero. You made a difference to me and all who’s lives you touched. I will never forget you and the many conversation’s we had. What we had was a gift and I thank God for you coming into my life. I couldn’t believe when we talked that Friday Oct. 11, 2013 would be our last time to talk. I would have kept on talking if it would have made a difference. You were so kind, loving,funny, and always interesting. We never ran out of things to talk about. I miss you so much and will miss you forever more, dear Sean. Sneep well dear one. You are and were loved.
(‘Brother Square-Toes’—Rewards and Fairies) IF 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! Source: A Choice of Kipling’s Verse (1943) back to top RELATED CONTENT Discover this poem’s context and related poetry, articles, and media. POET Rudyard Kipling 1865–1936 POET’S REGION England SCHOOL / PERIOD Victorian SUBJECTS Religion, Living, Faith & Doubt, Coming of Age OCCASIONS Graduation POETIC TERMS Rhymed Stanza More about this p B
(‘Brother Square-Toes’—Rewards and Fairies) IF 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! Source: A Choice of Kipling’s Verse (1943) back to top RELATED CONTENT Discover this poem’s context and related poetry, articles, and media. POET Rudyard Kipling 1865–1936 POET’S REGION England SCHOOL / PERIOD Victorian SUBJECTS Religion, Living, Faith & Doubt, Coming of Age OCCASIONS Graduation POETIC TERMS Rhymed Stanza More about this p B