The Man in the Glass

[Stranger Come Knocking]

heard this the first week of boot camp years and years ago and it always stuck with me. hadn't read it in a while but I did today and thought I'd share it with sherbros


The Man In The Glass
Peter Dale Wimbrow Sr.


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 most in your life
Is the one staring back from the glass.

He’s the fellow to please – never mind all the rest
For he’s with you, clear to the end
And you’ve passed your most difficult, dangerous test
If the man in the glass is your friend.

You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years
And get pats on the back as you pass
But your final reward will be heartache and tears
If you’ve cheated the man in the glass.

 

[weed]

@HulkonViagra @Thunderhead - pertaining to our last conversation etc. this is excellent.

 

[Medulla Omoplata]

I agree with the sentiment

 

[HOV]

Good shit

 

[Stranger Come Knocking]

bump!

 

[weed]

in my reflection
I hold tight, my erection
far from perfection

 

[Medulla Omoplata]

in my reflection
I hold tight, my erection
far from perfection

That's deep.

Spoiler

Said none of your girlfriends, ever.

 

[weed]

That's deep.

Spoiler

Said none of your girlfriends, ever.

but you do.

 

[Medulla Omoplata]

but you do.

Look man I'm just here for a good time, let's not overthink this.

 

[weed]

Look man I'm just here for a good time, let's not overthink this.

are you coming on to me? sorry man, medulla no homo-plata

 

[Medulla Omoplata]

are you coming on to me? sorry man, medulla no homo-plata

Shhhhh... no more talking...

 

[Fedorgasm]

in my reflection
I hold tight, my erection
far from perfection

GOAT haiku bro

 

[Phr3121]

The Man in the Arena, Theodore Roosevelt, 1910.

"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."

 

[Curmudgeon]

There once was a man from bengal
who had a triangular ball
he calculated the root of his penis x8
which gave him 2/3 of 3/5 of fuck all.

 

[Stranger Come Knocking]

boomp

 

[bjjHERRERA]

hell yeah bro- very good stuff. in the same vein some kipling~

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

 

[Stranger Come Knocking]

bumpage

 

[weed]

the man in the glass
he is looking at my ass
think I'll have to pass

 

[Stranger Come Knocking]

Bumping this cause I needed to read this poem today and it's always good to share.

 

[Phr3121]

You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years, but your final reward will be heartache and tears, if you’ve cheated the man in the glass.

Feel like you cheated the man in the glass?