When I look at someone,
what is it I often see?
Their problems or vices?
Do I think they’re not like me?
Do I look down on them?
Do I smugly say, "For shame!"
Have I so quickly forgotten,
from where it is I came?
When others look at me,
is it disgust that I bring?
Are they looking at me,
and thinking the same thing?
Maybe I should be more careful
of how I judge another.
Maybe I should remember
that everyone is my brother.
And how different would I be
in the circumstances they face?
Or if my past had been theirs,
would there be no scars to erase?
Oh what was that my dad would say?
Or was it penned instead?
Yes, that was it, I remember now,
it was something he once said.
"When judging others,
the most important thing by far,
is to remember that everyone journeys,
...from where they are."