#1886-Judgmental

Barrels or poles.

Not exactly sure.

Yet I like them,

For they come in pairs,

While dressed,

In a yellow ribbon and red.

Even though man-made,

Scratched, dented,

They carry stories,

From simpler days.

I accept them,

While not knowing,

What they are.

Unlike earlier years,

When I judged others,

And in who’s shoes,

I could never walk.