There’s folks I love no matter,
Judged by me as they might me,
For all life’s talk and chatter,
Let me let others simply be.
Who am I to say what’s what?
Do I possess an all seeing eye?
Though I might feel it in my gut,
Colored glasses can thwart a try.
Here’s a thought I’ve thunk before,
Let you be you, while I try to be me,
These are not just words of lore,
May they live as true for me and thee.