Judge Not
As we stroll through life at a slow snail pace,
Or Lickety split... whichever the case,
Remember to look, sift through your life,
God didn't make junk, not husband nor wife!
The children may stray, get out of line,
Look like pure trash but grow to be fine.
So judge not fast, whatever you do,
Sometimes the problem is little old you.
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Contest: Enlightenment, Hope, and Harmony
4/21/13
Copyright © Judy Konos | Year Posted 2013
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