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!