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 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!

Farewell my son, you were indeed a Man amongst men. Bless the family, from
Eugene and Judith

Last edited by eugene molloy; 04/09/12 03:38 AM.
Thank you, very kind. Mine's a pint