“As I lie idly drifting on Walden Pond I cease to think and begin to be”. When does that happen? Trouble is; we wake up. We look at the front page of the paper, we talk to our kids or our grandchildren, we know that even though our days might be numbered for people we care about, life goes on.
Poem: When Judgment Gets A Bad Rap | Sixty And…
Poor Judgment’s been slandered, accused and maligned,As if using good sense were a terrible crime. “Don’t judge!” say some people. “Be spiritual instead!”Yet without a bit of judgment, we’d all bump our heads. We’d wander through life like a cart with no wheel,Or smile at a snake while ignoring how
