The cover might be torn.
The pages might be worn.
But never judge a book by its cover.
Never know what you'll discover.
There's so much beyond what's seen.
Just need to respect the poor as well as the queen.
The words might've suffered scorn.
The theme rejected before being born.
But never judge a book by its cover.
There might be a gift for you to discover.
The healthy now the ones mourn.
Disabilities sprouting like corn.
Never, I say I never judge a book by its broken cover.
Because in the fragility hides what you must discover.
Copyright 2011
Oct 14, 2012
Oct 14, 2012 at 7:25 PM UTC
The cover might be torn.
The pages might be worn.
But never judge a book by its cover.
Never know what you'll discover.
There's so much beyond what's seen.
Just need to respect the poor as well as the queen.
The words might've suffered scorn.
The theme rejected before being born.
But never judge a book by its cover.
There might be a gift for you to discover.
The healthy now the ones mourn.
Disabilities sprouting like corn.
Never, I say I never judge a book by its broken cover.
Because in the fragility hides what you must discover.
Copyright 2011
Met this amazing woman this weekend. She inspired me to write this.
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