When you get what you want in your struggle
For pelf, and the world makes you King for
A day, just go to a mirror and look at yourself
And see what that guy has to say.

For it isn't your Father or Mother, or Wife,
Who judgment upon you must pass,
The feller whose verdict counts most in you're 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 to clear up to the end,
  And you've passed your most dangerous, difficult
Test if the man in the glass is your friend.

You may be like Jack Hornor and "chisel"
A plum, and think your a wonderful guy
But the man in the glass say's 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 1934

 Sallydale               Peter