Friend Or Foe?

    There's a man I know -
    A likeable man -
    Whom you meanly wound
    Whenever you can,
    Remark with malice
    His task is done ill,
    He's poor of judgment
    And weak of will.
    I implore you, now,
    As that poor man's friend,
    Let persecution
    Have speediest end.

    Cease taunting the man
    With blunders he makes,
    Cease harping alway
    On wrongs and mistakes.
    Come, be his good friend -
    Hail fellow, well met -
    His failures forgive,
    And his faults forget.
    Who is the man you've
    Discouraged and blamed?
    The man is yourself -
    Are you not ashamed?

    For faults of the past
    Make ample amends,
    And you and yourself
    Be the best of friends.