Look into your eye, do you see that sty <br />As I have seen it many times before <br />Though you said it was not there, <br />But in your mirror you still stare, <br />So once again that sty you ignore. <br />When you are walking, and of course talking <br />About every person in your life <br />Tell me do you ever see it, <br />And from the discomfort do you feel it <br />That sty that’s in your eye. <br /> <br />What do you see, and what do you believe <br />When someone has it worse that you <br />Do you point out their imperfection <br />And say that they need a correction <br />Tell me what do you think and do. <br />You always judge, and hold onto a grudge <br />And live it with unhappiness and a lie <br />As though your not happy with your life <br />So you ridicule others with strife <br />So you forget about the sty thats in your eye. <br /> <br />You falsely accuse, and you use and abuse <br />With a glimmer and a joke and a smile <br />You point out another persons fault <br />And that persecution from you will not halt <br />As you do it with anger and hate and vile. <br />You've seen the mistakes, that others makes <br />And you'll remember them till the day you die <br />But until the moment from life you leave <br />Other persons failings you will always see <br />Wished you could see the sty in your own eye.<br /><br />Randy McClave<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sty-in-your-eye/
