When fortune smiles and you're winning life's race,
And fate stores your blues on a shelf;
Seek your reflection and examine the face,
That shows the real truths of yourself.
For it isn't family or all of the rest,
Who's judgment you truly must pass;
The one who's verdict counts most at best,
Is the face staring back from the glass.
You may fool the world everyday for years,
Drawing glory and praise by the mass;
But your final reward will be measured in tears,
If you cheat the face in the glass.