Never Judge A Book... Poem by Jim Yerman

He came out of the shadows
as I was walking near the shore
I walk this same route every day
I've never seen him there before.

He was big, unshaven, his hair disheveled
his clothes were tattered and worn
It was him and me...alone...together
In the darkness of the morn.

As I walked beside him
He raised to his full height
Looked at me then smiled and said,
"Is this not a beautiful night? "

I exhaled, smiled and nodded
then we talked about the stars
I mentioned the ring around the moon...
he showed me Jupiter and Mars.

I judged him incorrectly
which wasn't very smart
Because you can't always tell from the outside
What's inside a person's heart.