Judged

The book is judged by its cover As one comes across as clever A doctor is judged by his stethoscope As his words are signs of hope A smoker is judged by his breath of smoke As cigarettes make some people choke A joker is judged by his jokes Because of those smiles he provoke One expert claims to know one After one meet up on day one The many are remembered on Earth Yet the few are remembered at Death An inmate is judged by his past As from danger, the innocent runs fast A doctor is judged by his medicines As he is here to save our skin Nevertheless, the senses are numb What if the stories are pure fun? What if the joker has the blues? What if the doctor is on the news? The mind has no knowledge nor wisdom As no human rule this Kingdom This is not a race for the Good But is a place where all virtues are understood No soul should be looked down upon Neither should he be on the back foot Otherwise, by the break of dawn Your day will end by getting the boot