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.