I woke up this morning with this in my head. Kept playing it over and over until I went and found it so I could print it here. Know where I first heard this? They always say that a teacher can make a lot of difference in a kids life an this one sure did mine. I was in the 7th grade and his name was Mr. Bollinger. He also ran the movie house in Nickerson.
I remember him as a little round man with very thick glasses. I was devastated when he left the school after only a few years. At least it seemed a short time to me. He would set on the corner of the desk and for the life of me I can not remember what class he taught, but he was always quick to give us something like this to "think about".
Myself
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 don't want to keep on a closet shelf
A lot of secrets about myself,
And fool myself as I come and go
Into thinking that nobody else will know
The kind of man I really am;
I don't want to dress myself up in sham.
I want to go out with my head erect,
I want to deserve all men's respect;
But here in this struggle for fame and pelf,
I want to be able to like myself.
I don't want to think as I come and go
That I'm bluster and bluff and empty show.
I never can hide myself from me,
I see what others may never see,
I know what others may never know,
I never can fool myself- and so,
Whatever happens, I want to be
Self-respecting and conscience free.
