About 60 years ago, when I was a sophomore in high school, my mother caught me in a lie regarding my grade on a geometry examination. As I remember, my rationalization for the lie was that I did not want to disappoint my mom. After some tense discussion with her, I thought the counseling was over and went back to my daily routine.
The next day as I prepared myself for school I found the poem below taped to my bathroom mirror:
"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 the most in your life
is the one staring back from the glass
Some people may think you a straight-shooting chum
and call you a wonderful guy
But the guy in the glass says you’re only a bum
if you can’t look him straight in the eye