Judge Poem by Casey Windham

How can u judge me, are u that pure? No your not and never were. Thank of your sins as u ready to sleep, the lies you told and how u stole from the weak. What do u see when u look at my face a loser a minus or just a mistake. What you thank I do not care, for we are the same tho u are unaware. You don't always live right by the book. You walk by a bum without a second look. You help no one threw out your day, only thanking of yourself and stuck up ways. You may be rich and have a big house. But u can be smashed just like a mouse. See I notice my sins, and see my wrongs, I deal with the consequences all day long. I have remorse for the hungry, the old, and the sick my sympathy for people it grows very thick. So as the son goes down and u rest your head. Thank of the sick and the hungry indeed. Judge yourself before u judge me. Thank who is better than who and please lousy let me be.