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We all make our judgments
Of both the young and the old
Of people in general
Before their story’s told
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Sometimes we laugh
Sometimes we snare
Never really knowing
The load they must bare
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The unfriendly store clerk
That never cracks a smile
Might have to walk to work
Mile after mile
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That old homeless lady
Who you think doesn’t work
Had a house and some money
Stolen, by some stupid jerk
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That person you scowl at
With the old dirty shoes
Might have had to make a decision
Of what to chose
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Some nice fancy footwear
With a nice matching pouch
Or clothes for her baby
And to put food in its mouth
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The cranky old man
Who lives next store
Lost his wife and his children
His life’s such a bore
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We don’t really know
A person’s worth
If at first we condemn
And proceed to curse
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Everyone has a path of their own
Some people know it
To others
It will be shown
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It’s not our place
To make up the rules
Of someone else’s life
They get to choose
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We’ve all had our triumphs
Our rights and our wrongs
That’s what makes life special
We all have our songs
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So next time you judge
Before you really know
Just think of this poem
And let it all go
Are you judging someone when you’ve not sorted your own issues? Who am I to judge?
Exactly. Take the speck from your own eye.
Exactly, who are we to judge!