The Guy In The Glass : A Philosophy Of A Life

When you get what you want in your struggle for pelf,
And the world makes you King for a day,
Then go to the 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 your 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 clear up to the end, And you’ve passed your most dangerous, difficult test
If the guy in the glass is your friend.

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.

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.

The Guy In The Glass poem has been subject of much confusion and some distortion, and is rarely properly attributed. It’s a remarkable and powerful piece of writing. The Guy In The Glass poem was in fact written in 1934 by American writer Peter ‘Dale’ Wimbrow (1895-1954), and was first published in The American Magazine in May that year. Wimbrow submitted the poem in response to the magazine’s request for its readers to send answers to an 18 year-old man’s question as to , “…why an ambitious young man should be honest…”. Thereafter the published poem seemingly went ‘wild’, so to speak, as great literary works sometimes do. Subsequent distorted versions commonly change the title to ‘The Man In the Glass’, or ‘The Man In The Mirror’, and many versions alter the word ‘pelf’ in the first line to ‘self’ believing the word ‘pelf’ to be a misprint. Pelf in fact means money or wealth, usually ill-gotten, derived from Old French pelfe and pelfre, meaning reward gained from plunder or contest or achievements, probably related to the same roots as the word pilfer. If you refer to the Guy In The Glass poem please use the correct words, and attribute it properly, to Dale Wimbrow, 1934. This is the correct version. It’s about honesty of course, and more than this, the poem provides a philosophy for living a life of integrity and value.

Thoughts

 This is something that I wrote as a kid. Can’t really call it a poetry, but a collection of the all time thoughts I had, scribbled down in a desperate attempt to make meaning out of words. So enjoy as you tour through my distressed mind & have a good laugh!

I feel every moment has stopped,

My words have been chopped.

My dreams have been crushed,

And for a second I rushed.

Wait a minute, aren’t I just a body with emotions!

My mind works like a scenery,

With emotions like a visionary.

Every second I wait,

I think I may faint.