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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
Whose judgment upon you must pass
The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the one staring back from the glass
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.
He's the fellow to please - never mind all the rest,
For he's with you clear 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 years
And get pats on the back as you pass.
But your final reward will be heartache and tears
If you've cheated the man in the glass.
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No, the man in the glass is a fraud and a cheat
And he hasnt a clue where youre going,
Its the face that each day all your colleagues must meet
The disguise that you always keep showing.
The man in the glass has no business to say
Whether fortune and fame is your lot.
Its the rest of the world who you meet every day
Who will judge if youve made it or not.
That face in the mirror cant tell you youre good
Or youre bad, or youre somewhere between,
Its judgement is flawed and its misunderstood
With a habit of venting its spleen.
You may tell him youre great; he may tell you the same
And with confidence hold your heads high,
Yet you know in your hearts that its only a game -
That the others all know its a lie.
When your paths at the end and your score is complete
Then the man in the glass doesnt care.
What goes in the book is what others repeat,
For the man in the glass isnt there.
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