Judge Not the Thoughts of Others
Critical thoughts not said out loud.
Rumbling sounds heard through the crowd.
“Who are we to judge him?”, one said.
Discerning thoughts all in my head.
Judging is not the task at hand.
He walks and talks and takes his stand.
My goal is not his words to critique,
But to understand how they’re unique.
It’s not the physical, the cause of his blinks,
But more the mental, the way that he thinks.
The trait that makes his thoughts one of a kind.
That triggers and opens, only his mind.
By nature, or nurture, we can’t really know.
But uniqueness in him, Creation did bestow.
Copyright © Bill Baker | Year Posted 2023
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