A Poem For Traders

It's not about trading but it's about traders mind 

" Rudyard Kipling" poem '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!