"Faults Of Others"
The mystery of life to me,
Is how we can so blindly see
The faults of others, who we know,
For we must think, ours does not show.
For if we could, our own faults see,
Then other's faults would smaller be.
And we would be wiser, in the end,
And also have a lot more friends.
E. H. Coe 1972
