To detect others’ motives takes skill

A doctor detected my ills,
Invisible apart from my gills.
Yes,I am a fish
But not in a dish.
I swim in the pond as I will.

To detect others’ motives  takes skill.
We can practise till the cow’s grown a bill
But if we don’t have the genes,
Then however we scheme,
We shall never quite master the drill.

We may believe that we are   A1
And all our humility’s gone.
But self observation
Is often mistaken
And of virtue and skill we have none.

We need other people as mirrors
To reflect us and show us our errors
We must not be too hurt
When  a friend may just blurt
“Your rhymes  fill my mind with stunned terror.”

But to be a detective is good
As some folk  have minds made of wood
We need to guess their intention
When rudely they mention
A flaw which noone else would

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