To Judge Or To Be Judged - Poem by Hannah Shier
They are a tricky thing.
What you may see may be totally different to someone else or to even that person's own self.
It's an inexact abomination.
It's an indefinite atrocity.
It's a thing that can ruin the whole of someone else's life -
all because of that one little word.
Ret ard -
it really doesn't matter, in the end.
Because in that end, the labels will end up as R.I.P. on their head-stone.
Comments about To Judge Or To Be Judged by Hannah Shier
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
- Still I RiseMaya Angelou
- The Road Not TakenRobert Frost
- If You Forget MePablo Neruda
- DreamsLangston Hughes
- Annabel LeeEdgar Allan Poe
- Stopping By Woods On A Snowy EveningRobert Frost
- IfRudyard Kipling
- Do Not Stand At My Grave And WeepMary Elizabeth Frye
- I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love YouPablo Neruda
- TelevisionRoald Dahl