Hautain

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
Then you shall be a Man, my son.

Thanks to all the patreons, and you, the viewer. For without you, it would be much harder to draw.