Before you judge a man, walk a mile in his shoes.
While on the road, you’ll find if there’s anything to lose.
One man’s trash is another man’s treasure;
One man’s sin is another man’s pleasure.
Which is which? Well you decide.
Why should one by models forever abide?
Have no fear, let your voice be heard.
Your words will not be found absurd.
Stand by what you love, don’t be ashamed.
Abandon it and your self could be maimed,
But perhaps it is time to find a new start
When what once inspired you wishes to depart.
Not everyone will understand,
But there is someone in need of a hand.
We need not judge another’s taste—
That only puts our minds to waste.
The meaning of your tastes unfurled.
It takes all kinds to make a world.
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