You tell on yourself by the friends you seek, <br /> <br />By the very manner in which you speak, <br /> <br />By the way you employ your leisure time, <br /> <br />By the use you make of dollar and dime. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />You tell what you are by the things you wear, <br /> <br />By the spirit in which you your burdens bear; <br /> <br />By the kind of things at which you laugh, <br /> <br />By the records you play on the phonograph. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />You tell what you are by the way you walk; <br /> <br />By the things of which you delight to talk, <br /> <br />By the manner in which you bear defeat, <br /> <br />By so simple a thing as how you eat. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />By the books you choose from the well-filled shelf, <br /> <br />In these ways and more, you tell on yourself; <br /> <br />So there's really no particle of sense <br /> <br />In an effort to keep up false pretense.<br /><br />Jamie Sidwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tell-on-yourself/
