|The Folly Of Judging|
| Just who am I to be judging|
When I don't have all the facts
Or know just how to qualify
The reasons behind the acts.
Is destiny, really responsive
To any man's guiding shove?
Who knows what `might' have been..
What forces are at work, above?
To come right out and judge
Is . . .
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|There He Is...|
| Just look at the baby lying there,|
Eyes tight shut in first repose;
A harvest of so much time and care,
Reaped, at last, in birthing throes.
How strange this sense of initial meeting
With someone as yet so very unknown;
Untouched by previous glance or greeting
Yet bearing the seed of . . .
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