Remember, friend,
Each harsh word spoken
May descend
On poor, heart-broken
Wretch, whose road
Would be the brighter,
If his heavy load
Were lighter.

Perhaps you,
Upon the morrow,
May be smitten through
By sorrow;
Perhaps word
That you now utter,
Echo heard,
Would cause a shudder.

'Judge ye not'
Weak fellow mortal,
Whose dire lot
And open portal
May admit you
(In a measure)
To a view
Bereft of pleasure.