Weather sure has been in a bit of a mood lately! Kinda puts a bit of a damper on a lot of peoples souls. I'm not really complaining about the weather as such. Only because in a few months time, I will have the chance to hit the markets and enjoy the bounty that these rains will bring. So there is a bit of a trade off. I do have to admit though, after seeing nothing but grey skies and endless rivers of rain gushing down the streets, my desire to cook dinner tonight was, shall we say, non-existant. So, being somewhat of a survivalist, I settled for this......
When you get what you want in your struggle for self
And the world makes you King for a day,
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
And see what that man has to say.
For it isn't your father or mother or wife
Who judgement upon you must pass;
The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the one staring back from the glass.
Some people may think your a straight-shootin' 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 whole world down the pathway of life
And get pats on your back as you pass.
But your final reward will be heartaches and tears
If you've cheated the man in the glass.
Which brings me back to my first thought. Sometimes I read a blog where the words tug at a heart string. Earlier tonight I read a post from Lisa which said in part,
"i realise of course, that to many I love
i am a major disappointment
they have this image of me see,
that i cant possibly fulfill..........
because my days of being what you want me to be
instead of what i want to be
are long gone
never to return
I am a woman grown"
they have this image of me see,
that i cant possibly fulfill..........
because my days of being what you want me to be
instead of what i want to be
are long gone
never to return
I am a woman grown"
This of course, reminded me of an old poem by Peter "Dale" Wimbrow Sr. called The Man In The Glass. However, I think this poem could be read from either perspective with a few word changes here and there. But I think it applies to all of us. What do you think?
THE MAN IN THE GLASS
When you get what you want in your struggle for self
And the world makes you King for a day,
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
And see what that man has to say.
For it isn't your father or mother or wife
Who judgement upon you must pass;
The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the one staring back from the glass.
Some people may think your a straight-shootin' 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 whole world down the pathway of life
And get pats on your back as you pass.
But your final reward will be heartaches and tears
If you've cheated the man in the glass.
Have a great Friday all!
8 comments:
Hear hear to that one! And I love the image of the cat looking into the mirror - how wonderful to see oneself magnified to that degree!
Your description of the weather reminded me of my many years in Vancouver. I actually really loved the weather there - no issues with the grey, as it was the grey that made everything green!
I really loved that post.Great job, Bogey.xx
I love rain and pizza, rarely take myself too seriously, try to give all the glory to God and welcome his forgiveness. This helps keep away most rainy day feelings for me.
Hope you have a happy, sunny weekend. :-)
So true Bogey, so true. Such a shame it takes so long to figure it out :)
Great kitty pictures, with a special turn. We love the fantasy sometimes more than the reality.
Audrey, as you can see, I like green. It would be nice if we could see ourselves as larger than life. But you know, as soon as you step away from the mirror, it's back to reality.
Merci Bien, Natalie.
Thanks James and you as well.
Michelle, I agree but finding it out is still better than nothing. We can at least pass on our knowledge hoping somebody younger is listening and learning.
But we only learn from the reality don't we Rosaria.
What a terrific poem. It reminds me of something my father always said - never lie to yourself, and take a good look in the mirror ...young lady!! Okay, it has been a while a ago. :-)
LOVE that poem!!! :-D I think the first time the poem's concept really came clear to me was when I saw one of my "more beautiful" friends (at least in my eyes at that time physically speaking I knew society would consider some of them prettier than me) had a self-esteem breakdown. Only then I realized that no matter how many people say something good about you, if you don't embrace it yourself, then it's no use.
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