Who am I?
That is the age-old question Asked by every man At one time or another. Though he looks into a mirror And recognizes the face, Though he knows his own name And age and history, Still he wonders, deep down, Who am I? Am I a giant among men, Master of all I survey, Or an ineffectual pygmy Who clumsily blocks his own way? Am I the self-assured gentleman With a winning style, The natural born leader Who makes friends instantly, Or the frightened heart Tiptoeing among strangers,
Who, behind a frozen smile trembles Like a little boy lost in a dark forest?

Most of us yearn to be one But fear we are the other. Yet we CAN be What we aspire to be.

Those who cultivate Their natural instincts, Who set their sights On the good, the admirable, the excellent, And believe they can achieve it Will find their confidence rewarded.

And, in the process, They will discover the true identity Of him who looks back from the mirror.