#1886-Judgmental
29/09/2022
Barrels or poles.
Not exactly sure.
Yet I like them,
For they come in pairs,
While dressed,
In a yellow ribbon and red.
Even though man-made,
Scratched, dented,
They carry stories,
From simpler days.
I accept them,
While not knowing,
What they are.
Unlike earlier years,
When I judged others,
And in who’s shoes,
I could never walk.
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