I am going through a bit of a torrid time nowadays. My PhD seems to be in a big mess. I have lost my research funding. I am searching desperately for a job in an alien land nowadays to support myself. Unfortunately, most of the jobs related to my areas of expertise lies in the defense sector of United States and I have no scope of getting them. The Guy in the Glass
Lot of things are happening so fast that it is becoming quite difficult to maintain my sense of humor and optimism. Of course, there is the question of keeping the faith too. Suddenly, I came across this nice poem that lifted my spirits and reminded me of why I started on my quest for higher studies leaving a decently high paying job back in India. I wanted to share this gem with the rest of the world. Hope you guys like it.
by Dale Wimbrow, (c) 1934
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 judgement 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.