Reflections
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 myself straight in the eye;
I don’t want to stand, with the setting sun,
And hate myself for the things I’ve done.
I can never hide myself from
me,
I see what others may never see;
I know what others may never know,
I can never fool myself, and so;
Whatever happens, I want to be,
Self-respecting and conscience free.
From Our Archives,
1988
Author Unknown