I have to live with myself, and so
            I want to be fit for myself to know,
            I want to be able, as days go by,
            Always to look myself straight in the eye;
            I don’t want to stand, with the setting sun,
            And hate myself for things I have done.
            I don’t want to keep on a closet shelf
            A lot of secrets about myself,
            And fool myself, as I come and go,
            Into thinking that nobody else will know
            The kind of man I really am;
            I don’t want to dress up myself in sham.
            I want to go out with my head erect,
            I want to deserve all men’s respect;
            But here in the struggle for fame and pelf
            I want to be able to like myself.
            I don’t want to look at myself and know
            That I’m bluster and bluff and empty show.
            I can never hide myself from me;
            I see what others may never see;
            I know what others may never know;
            I never can fool myself, and so,
            Whatever happens, I want to be
            Self-respecting and conscience free.
Edgar Guest
 
1 comment:
Scary stuff that...nice ideals to live for, for sure!
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