When their bad habits
or whatever it is they do
begins to destroy them
you may look at them with disdain
and wonder why they don’t stop it
or if they can’t stop it.
You think: if you were in their shoes
you’d do better than they.
You’re dismayed that they keep it up.
You can’t figure
why they can’t figure
and you feel superior
after your compassion fails.
You can forget them
if they are not too close to you
and if they are
then pity you, too.

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