If you can keep your machine when all about
you are upgrading theirs and endlessly shouting.
If you can trust your choice when most men doubt
you, but make allowance for their doubting.
If you can listen with patience to tales
that the latest competition is better or faster.
Or triumphant recitation of market share or sales
and yet not gloat over any disaster.
If you can wait for the best to be improved,
and not be tired by all the waiting.
Or hearing lies about it, don't be moved,
to lie yourself, or give way to hating.
If you have a machine that serves you well,
and is not itself your goal or your aim.
If you can meet with Microsoft and Intel,
and treat those two imposters just the same.
If you can bear to hear the truth you know,
twisted by salesman to trap the unknowing buyer.
Or watch another sheep join the flock, and even so,
you carry on and never tire.
If neither friend nor foe can change your views one jot,
if you have the new, but can work with the old.
If you see the virtue in every system anyone's got,
and not grimace at the things you're told.
If you can fill the day's every minute,
with productive work that's also fun.
Yours is the earth and everything that's in it,
and which is more, you'll have a Mac my son.
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