ok, what the heck ... try this one on for size ...

   IF --
  by Junkyard Keepling

 If  you can torque your heads when all about you
  Are cracking theirs and blaming someone new,
 If  you can trust your work when men will fault you,
  But make allowances for their failures, too;
 If  you can wait on parts and not be tired by waiting,
  Or being lied to, don't pay back the deal in lies;
 Or  when hated for your choices, never choose the Hating;
  And still remember that not all of us are wise;

 If  you can save but not for adulation;
  If  you can spend ...and not make money spent your aim;
 If  you can meet with Paint and Restoration
  And treat those two decievers just the same;
 If  you can bear to see the Truths of Life bespoken
  In myriad ways to sell a Lie to Fools,
 Or  watch the engine you gave your life to, broken,
  Then start to build it back with worn-out tools;

 If  you can camp alone while crowds are all around you,
  yet be a crowd of one in Nature far from home,
 If  dings and faded paints are something seen through,
  just covers hiding Value by the tome,
 If  you can drive the hurried mile per minute
      at leisure pace and call it Fun,
 Yours is the Highway of Life, and all that's on it,
  And ... what's more ... you'll drive a bus, my son!

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