Carol Moehrle
Every morning we get up and put on a face for the world. Throughout the day we may pretend to be the person we think the public wants to see. But what truly matters is what we see and how we feel when our mask is off. Do you like what you see in the mirror?
I love this poem by Dale Wimbrow. His words reflect the true essence of what really matters at the end of the day.
The Guy in the Glass
When you get what you want in your struggle for pelf*,
And the world makes you King for a day,
Then go to the mirror and look at yourself,
And see what that guy has to say.
For it isn't your Father, or Mother, or Wife,
Who judgement upon you must pass.
The feller whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the guy staring back from the glass.
He's the feller to please, never mind all the rest,
For he's with you clear up to the end,
And you've passed your most dangerous, difficult test
If the guy in the glass is your friend.
You may be like Jack Horner and "chisel" a plum,
And think you're a wonderful guy,
But the man in the glass says you're only a bum
If you can't look him straight in the eye.
You can fool the whole world down the pathway of years,
And get pats on the back as you pass,
But your final reward will be heartaches and tears
If you've cheated the guy in the glass.
Dale Wimbrow, 1895–1954
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*The word pelf in the first line means "wealth."