Judge not, perceive not, those mistakes I don't make
Life's' little words of wisdom that, every day, I take
I know some different masses
That all come from different classes
Some of them are honest, humble and true
Some are devious… devil like, and crud
Some are rich, and wealthy beyond measure
Others are not, but their personality is their treasure
Some are wild and crazy, uninhibited and untamed
Others are mellow, and little boring, laid back and kinda plain
But all in their own way, in them, have some good and some bad
Some of them are so-called criminals… others are righteous, and rad
They each bring with them their own unique gift
Maybe to help another persons' life to lift
How you choose to see each person the way they can be
Is, in each moment, up to each one of us and what we really need
But never forget the story of the diamond in the rough
Next time you come across a person who seems tough
Maybe that person will become your next best friend
And be there for you in your life, to the very… bitter… sweet…end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem