Poetry From The Heart
The hat I wear is tattered and worn
no fancy feathers or veils adorn.
The color is black as you can see
it doesn’t paint a good picture of me.
A person sees the outward wear
not what lives within to share.
That’s why I’ve decided it’s wise
not to judge what’s seen on the outside.
A cover can deceive the real thing
causes people to turn from, “The King.”
Think before you point a finger
a touch may forever linger.
Barbara Kasey Smith is the writer of this poem – Copyright 2008 – Use by Permission Only.