JUMPING TO CONCLUSIONS
Jumping to conclusions is a dangerous sport,
Something I must never do I was always taught,
But teachings are forgotten and jumping we start,
It seems to come naturally to a thoughtless heart.

I saw a man his clothes always tattered and torn,
From the crown of his dirty hat to shoes all worn,
My conclusion was that he was a tramp and poor,
Yet he was an eccentric with gold knobs on his door.

There was an old woman who never gave a smile
Kept herself to herself, walked for mile after mile,
I thought she was miserable and wanted to be alone,
Yet she had lost all she had struggling on her own.

I saw a girl, skirts too short her hair a vivid green,
Pierced tongue, lip and eye, a sight to be seen,
There goes a rebel without a doubt I said to myself,
But she was a lonely child just crying out for help.

Please don’t jump to conclusions, for you may fall
Into the trap placed there by Satan to catch all
Who don’t bother to stop and just look into things,
So find out for yourself see what satisfaction it brings.

M Ann Margetson © July 22, 2001