Several years have passed and regrets of losing my wallet are gone. But the memory of an elderly woman in black moving every so slowly along the water’s edge remains as if etched in stone.
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
