Without My Glasses Poem by Jim Yerman

I like to walk without my glasses
for then my world's a hazy blur.
Nothing I see is crystal clear
it's all a bit obscure.

The longer I walk
the more all objects and colors interplay.
It's as if I'm walking through a world
that was painted by Monet.

When I see people on my walk
whether or not I know their name
I cannot tell their color, their sex or their religion
for they all look the same.

Which means just like in a library
when I'm searching for a book
I have to withhold my judgement
Until I have a closer look.

Which also means and I know in the world we live in now
this sounds bizarre
but I can't judge people by what they look like
I have to judge them by who they are.

So I wonder…

Would our world be a happier, more peaceful place
if we somehow found a way
for all our eyes to see the world
like a painting my Monet?