Seeing People.

Goldfinch60



We see so many people in our lives

But how do we judge them?

Is it by their looks?

If they are beautiful or handsome

Do we think more of them?

Or if they are plain or ugly

Do we think less of them?

We go through our lives

Making judgements on what we see,

What we see on the outside of people.

But to see people properly

We need to look into their eyes,

As in their eyes you see them,

See them for what they are,

What they really are.

As on the outside they are so different,

So different to the real person they are.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 3rd, 2021 02:33
  • Comment from author about the poem: The video takes me back a few years!
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 64
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  • Fay Slimm.

    What an exciting version of La Mer - -never heard this one before - thanks for sharing it Andy and I agree with all your words say about where to look to see the real depth of a person - the eyes tell it all my friend.

    • Goldfinch60

      Thank you Fay, yes the eyes show the real depth of the person and in my life it has meant so much to me on getting to see the real people in my life.

      My Dad like Ray Conniff a lot (amongst so many other types of music), back in the sixties there was often "The Ray Conniff Show" on television and I can remember seeing it. He is still worht listening to.

      Andy

    • orchidee

      A fine write Gold.
      Yes, to see people. But if it's 'people'-watching' it ends in embarrassment: 'Who ya looking at?' or a dirty look from them. Doh!
      In some programme, made as comedy, a person was so hostile, one line was 'Hello? What do ya mean hello? You looking for a fight?'

      • Goldfinch60

        Thanks Orchi, some people are so uncertain in their lives.

        Andy

      • dusk arising

        Yes I totally agree. It was pointed out to me long ago that our eyesight is our prime sense. Once accept that then anything visual takes pride of place among our senses or sense. Depending upon your upbringing or guidance as a child you will make instant decisions and values about the images you see. In maturity it will probably be necessary to override these judgements, which are in fact prejudices, to revalue the image you are seeing. For example my mother made terrible judgements about tramps and passed them onto me on many occasions as a very small child. I have to look beyond that conditioning to see the real person. Early conditioning is so effective and destructive. That's why a lot of people live in fear of god, they were 'got at' at a very young age LOL.

        Well thats my two-penneth anyway.

        • Goldfinch60

          Your two-penneth is worth its weight in gold, instant decisions about people can be so wrong in many ways. I have had some very interesting conversations with people who sleep on the street, this should not be happening as there are so many places for them to stay, as has been shown during these Strange Times.

          Andy

        • FineB

          Hi Andy,

          A brilliant write.

          Beauty is about being yourself as Julia Fordham the singer pointed out.

          Keep writing ✍ and safe during these challenging times.
          FineB

          • Goldfinch60

            Thank you FineB, so very true.

            Andy

          • L. B. Mek

            'But to see people properly
            We need to look into their eyes,
            As 'only' in their eyes 'do we' see them,
            See them for what they are,
            What they really are.
            As on the outside they are so different,
            So different to the real person they are.'
            how laudable Andy:
            you've just distilled three millennia worth of 'humane ideal's' within six, deceptively accessible lines...
            Bravo!
            (forgive my little 'inputs', I meant no disrespect my friend)



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