Epistle To Ian Gillespie Poem by John A. Hancock

In others we faults can spy
And blame the mote that dims their eyes
Each little speck and blemish find
To our own stronger errors blind
John Gay 1685 -1732 Fable # 38

Good riddance you wrote to Londoners
Who fall under addiction's evil spell
Except those by perscriptions hook'd
For only they can drink from compassion's well
Foe what ailments lie beneath youth's facade
Till the passing years doth bring to life
The reasons for their misery
Through drugs and alcohol tried to right
Bare are we free of earthly vices
Whilst in youth others inflict our pain
Thus who are you sir to judge the fett'd
Lest thou hast suffer'd too adiction's bane