You Tell on Yourself

My Pastor read this poem in his sermon last night, and I thought it was a great

 thought.  Something we always know, but is nice to be reminded about every once in

 

a while.

You tell on yourself 

By the friends you seek

,

By the manner in which you speak;

By the way you employ your leisure time,

By the use you make of every dollar or dime.

You tell what you are

By the things you wear,

By the spirit by which your burdens you bear;

By the kind of things at which you laugh,

By the records you play on your phonograph.

You can tell what you are

By the way you talk

,

By the manner in which you bear defeat;

By so simple a thing as what you eat,

By the books you choose from a well-defined shelf 

.

In these ways and more, you tell on yourself.

So there is really not a particle of sense

In your efforts to keep up your false pretense