Classic Poem

It is not right to judge a man
— By hasty glance or passing whim,
Or think that first impressions can
— Tell all there is to know of him.

Who knows what weight of weariness
— The man we rashly judge may bear,
The burden of his loneliness.
— His blighted hopes, his secret care.

A pompous guise or air of pride
— May only be an outward screen,
A compensation meant to hide
— A baffled will, a grief unseen.

However odd a person seems,
— However strange his ways may be,
Within each human spirit gleams
— A spark of true divinity.

So what can first impressions tell?
— Unthinking judgments will not do,
Who really knows a person well
— May also come to like him too!

It is not right to judge a man
— By hasty glance or passing whim,
Or think that first impressions can
— Tell all there is to know of him.

Who knows what weight of weariness
— The man we rashly judge may bear,
The burden of his loneliness.
— His blighted hopes, his secret care.

A pompous guise or air of pride
— May only be an outward screen,
A compensation meant to hide
— A baffled will, a grief unseen.

However odd a person seems,
— However strange his ways may be,
Within each human spirit gleams
— A spark of true divinity.

So what can first impressions tell?
— Unthinking judgments will not do,
Who really knows a person well
— May also come to like him too!