Mom Loved. . . and Lived This Poem. .. "Myself"



Mother



 

 

Here is an old poem Mother used to say to me when I was young.

Mom loved it. . .and she lived it.

It for sure made an impression on my thinking. . .it made me want to be like Mom. . .

to be able to look at myself eye to eye in the mirror and know

I wasn't a fake. . .or flake. . .

 

Here it is.  I may have posted it before but if I did it's good enough to post again.

Sis. Jean Jones sharess some magazines with me and this was in one of them.

I don't know how Mom found it to learn, maybe in school back when morals was

part of the daily lesson plan.

 

Myself

by Edgar A Guest

 

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 myeslf straight in the eye.

I don't want to stand with the setting sun

And hate myself for the things I've 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 person I really am;

I don't want to dress up myself in sham.

 

I want to go out with my hear 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 never can hide myself from me;

I see what other 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.