2001-07-19 - 8:45 p.m.
Going through some papers tis evening I came upon a poem my mother sent me from New Orleans in 1992... She stayed at The Monteleone, 124 Rue Royale, New Orleans...
There is a woman I have come to admire more and more over the last 2 years... Im impressed with how she has grown into an independent person, capable of making good decisions for her self... And while just learning, she impresses me on many levels...
What does this have to do with this poem? Well, I am reminded of how much like me she is.. How we share a common soul in our life struggles to achieve that which matters so much to us... Interestingly, we also share similar interests in this regard as well...
When I was younger, my mom gave me this poem to serve as a kind of North Star, incase I ever got lost in my drive ever forward... I give it you now that perhaps you too may use the same North Star as your compass if you ever feel lost...
THE MAN IN THE GLASS
When you get what you want in your struggle for self,
And the world make you king for a day,
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself,
And see what that man has to say...
For it aren’t your parents, your friends of your wife
Whose judgement upon you must pass,
The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the one starring back from the glass...
Some people may think you’re a straight-shoot chum
And call you 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...
He’s the fellow 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 man in the glass is your friend...
You may fool the entire world down the pathway of life
And get pats on the back as you pass,
But your final reward will be heartaches and tears
If you’ve cheated the man in the glass.
