Judging

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I walk past this beggar,  once or twice a week,

Sitting in the same spot, smoking, or having something to eat. 

I always think you bludger. 

He's to old to get a job,

But I can't help thinking, he's just a bludging slob.

Today I stopped to talk to him,

And when I looked into his eyes,

All I saw was sadness, much to my surprise. 

He took my gift with Grace,

Never said a word.

Now I sit here thinking, 

What a judging turd.

  • Author: Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 25th, 2023 02:44
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments3

  • orchidee

    A fine write 2.

  • Thomas W Case

    Excellent.

  • Misunderstood

    So easy to judge

    There is a story behind everyone’s eyes.

    Great writing



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