IF5 May 2021 20:33
If you can keep your shares when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all the other LSE BB’s doubt you,but make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait a year 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 £200 ex-China and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts on aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors MB & Turtle 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 share winnings
And risk it on one Saliva Lateral Flow,
And lose, and start again with Affidx 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 to your shares!’
If you can talk with Avacta BB members 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 Avacta Man, my son!