The Other Man

Perhaps he sometimes slipped a bit—

Well, so have you. Perhaps some things he ought to quit—

Well, so should you. Perhaps he may have faltered—

Why, all men do, and so have I. You must admit, unless you lie, That so have you.

Perhaps if we would stop and think, Both I and you,

When painting someone black as ink, As some folks do;

Perhaps if we would recollect, Perfection we would not expect,

But just a man halfway correct, Like me and you.