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!
Aye boys an galls ,ah know a man called Sam who woke up one morning said to his wife am not feeling well today call the doctor yes we have appointment today 2pm he goes gets his bloods done the doctor say we have yer blood 🩸 if you don’t here from uss I 3 t 4 days nothing to worry about ,first ting in morning doctor call Mr come down at 2pm look we have good and bad news bad news FIT YOU ARE HIV POSITIVE FIT ,well what’s the good news you DEMENTIA YELL KNOW FK ALL ABOUT IT,
I am thee Irish poet.international poet of Merritt award 1998 W d C..maybe one day I will share my words with you.but before I go.my words for Ireland..is.unite 32.only then the word freedom.is forever true
many many years ago when i lived in new zealand i met an older man in a pub ,he recognised my accent ,he was longing to come back home ,maybe because of him i am now back home in ni .,with all its faults maybe we get somethings right like this song RIP jim
I will swim over The deepest Ocean. . But the sea is wide and I cannot swim over And neither have the wings to fly . . . I wish I had a handsome boatman To ferry me over . . My love and i
I will learn this and always aim to surpass this absolute master of melody. We are so fortunate to observe this expression of body and soul belonging to an era of change and understanding. God bless the work.
Wow. I am from Ireland. Never new this Tune had Lyrics. Only knew it as an instrumental. Lovely. I hope you are well. Life? Anyhow. Get back to me. Peace. Ireland to you.