The world around us
filled with different people
Living on their own
Whether strong or feeble
How easily we find
faults in other people
Criticise and throw muck
even on men with mettle
Overlooking our own drawbacks
with the same ease
A reminder of them
will far from please
We see ourseleves
skin deep in a reflection
What is seen
seems to be a model of perfection
If we could see
our demerits too, in mirrors
In such poor light
we would not see others
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