Final Offer

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    Final Offer

    Every day I find myself being judged by someone new
    Sometimes it makes me laugh out loud
    But, inside it leaves me blue
    I try real hard to tell myself
    That these people have no right
    For I know, my judge will come
    The Bible says "like a theif in the night
    But it still hurts to hear the things
    The hypocrits have to say
    Like I'm different, strange, no good
    And some day I will pay
    Well, I know my faults I dont need them
    To point them out for me
    I point enough at myself
    Oh I wish they all could see
    So I try hard to not throw stones
    At other folks' mistakes
    Cause I know my own glass house
    Can quickly crack and break
    So don't judge me, I wont judge you
    thats the deal I wish to make
    And live in peace and harmony
    Until the Lord, our souls he takes

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    DaisyLee’s Poems (11)

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    LAND OF HYPOCRITS 2
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