Your faults are my own
We point the finger at others and know all their faults;
Yet we lack the foresight to see, that their faults are our own.
The bad things we see in them are our own negative points;
We tell them how to change their lives,
But we take help from no-one.
You do this wrong, you do that wrong.
Do we say it to them or us?
We hate the way they have no faith in us;
Yet we ourselves are unable to trust.
The things they do wrong,
Are only seen because we too are faulty;
We condemn their mistakes, yet we are equally guilty.
We should look deep in the mirror,
At the reflections of our being,
We tell them to open their eyes;
But it's us who are incapable of seeing.
We are faithless and anxious and we think we know it all;
Then we expect them to have faith, never give up and trust us.
Who are you to judge me,
When all your bad points are a hindrance?
The things that stop you being all you can be,
Will always leave you without guidance.
We are all equally trapped, asking for help, yet never listening;
So for once in your life, hear as you speak,
See what you are saying.
The advice we give them, is just what we have been told;
But because we are telling them, our warm words become cold.
Our intentions are good, but our way with words lets us down;
We expect them to heed our words, whilst we still act the clown.
Our advice falls on deaf ears,
Because we don't practice what we preach.
We have knowledge gained through experience;
But we have no God given right to teach.
So hear your own teachings, use actions not words;
Give them proof it can be done differently,
Show them only they can change their world.
To change the way that they feel
And the thoughts that they think;
Give up your own addictions first
And walk away from that drink.
You simply can't get them to change their life,
If all you do is argue and fight.
So pick up the pen and lay down the knife.
(C)2005 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.