The Folly Of Judging

Just who am I to be judging
When I don't have all the facts
Or know just how to qualify
The reasons behind the acts.

Is destiny, really responsive
To any man's guiding shove?
Who knows what `might' have been..
What forces are at work, above?

To come right out and judge
Is nothing short of vain,
For who am I to say
I've seen it all so plain.

Much better to agree that I
Will never encompass the whole
But see only `bits and pieces'
Of what goes on in a soul.

by B. B. Watkins

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