A beautiful poem by Jackie
I have no patience
for those who spend
a better part of their time
judging and labelling others.
You’ve never worn
the other man’s shoes,
how exactly do you know
how undersized and pinching they are?
Quit being obtuse
You don’t smell like roses yourself.
If we look hard enough, I bet
there’s are loads of manure in your garden.
Tend to your own garden
called your life.
Concentrate on being the best you
that you can be.
Concentrate on being a supportive anchor
for someone who might be adrift,
but leave your judgment at the doorstep
otherwise, you’ll wear out your welcome.
Remember that not all who wander
have truly lost their path,
they are simply in search of a beacon
to help them find their way back.