Life rarely progresses on an easy
path
And mine has not been an
exception
If not for those I met along the
way
I might’ve stumbled on road
gravel
I’ve been portrayed as timeworn
But I rather credit my age and
status
To a “tried and true” triumph
Adapting the process to my favor
One survival skill I’ve mastered
Is to judge, or be judgmental
Crucial for distinguishing between
What we seek or can harm us
It’s in the nature of things
Defining by the contrasts
Yet being judgmental is equated
To unmerited condemnation
In seeking
literary effect
Or political
convenience
Oftentimes we cheat
the
Consequence of
words
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