This poem was shared by NARENDRA MURTY
Guy in the Glass by Dale Wimbrow
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 the guy has to say.
For it isn’t your mother, your father or wife
Whose judgment on you must pass,
The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life,
Is the guy staring back from the glass.
He’s the fellow to please, never mind all the rest,
For he’s with you clean to the end,
And you’ve passed your most difficult and dangerous 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 guy in the glass says you’re only a bum
If you can’t look him straight in the eye.
You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years,
And get pats on your back as you pass,
But the final reward will be heartache and tears,
If you have cheated the guy in the glass.
How wise this poem is … dive into your heart to see what you have to yourself
Hi Mike,
It is one of my favorite. It really hit home and made me feel better–I thank Narendra. This poem is uplifting because it reaffirms the power of self-awareness and comfort with self.
Thank you Mike for stopping by and your comments. Hope all is well.
Best only,
Angela
Yawn! Poems like this one go 13 in a dozen, and perfectly fit into the world of sin, repent, and lecturing others how to live. If Mr. Wimbrow still would be alive today, I would have asked him: “Sir, if you’re looking at yourself in your mirror, what do you see? Old Pete Daley?”
So glad this wimp didn’t write about a gal in the glass.
And there ‘s that lame moderation thing again. Grrrrrrrr.
Roald, for the most part the spam is rooted out with Askimet. As this is my blog, these are my rules. I am not censoring just mindful of comments, ensuring my blog is not hijacked.
Your house, your rules.
I wish my oldest would get that simple concept.
Ah yes, I understand. But you also should understand that I’m the exception to the rule 😉
You are sharp…:)
Hi Roald,
I see you are having a very bad day. Sometimes, we can become impatient when having a bad day. I can see you are a venter and understand your nature and communication style are hardwired to vent and complain.
Go ahead vent, here is a lollipop, sweet things always help.
I just learned that—it’s called trying to match YOUR communication style–Venters and Explainers–apparently, you can’t help yourself (it’s your personality, eh–yes that was written). So I need to help you communicate like me.
It’s all projection, oh Vixen from the North. Projection, yes that’s what this is. And apart from that……..you just wanted to get back at me for no other reason than to vent your anger with me.
A lollipop? Yuck! Now I’m sure you hate me!
LOL
Hi Roald,
Yawning? Are you tired my dear? I gather you did not like the poem that is okay. (I should pat you on the head. Actually, I don’t think the author imagined role and race reversal. Communication protocols were based on the Elite Standards.)
That is a picture of my uncle who passed the beginning of the year. He was a good man who avoided life by smoking.
The poem was shared at a moment I needed to feel good about myself. So it was about a girl…
Any other concerns, Monsieur Roald.
How am I doing as an explainer?
You never should have connected your uncle with this trashy bourgeois “poem”!
Hmmm, you explained something? What?
“It’s all projection, oh Vixen from the North. Projection, yes that’s what this is. And apart from that……..you just wanted to get back at me for no other reason than to vent your anger with me.”
MBA, projection eh? Keep convincing yourself,,,
Btw, do you prefer chocolate cake to lollipops?
Keep trying. In the end you will…………..ah…..why should I…………you will find out for yourself.