I'm afraid that I do
Judge much to harshly
Call at fault minor thing
That matters not at all
And I wonder why I judge
Why set so high of bars
Finding not joy in simple things
That are everywhere to find
There is more joy in every day
More beauty is to be found
If more tolerant is my eye
More understanding my mind
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