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.

-Wint