Judge Me

When looking at other people, try not to judge.

Yet, please look at me and judge

I am a book, bound by hand

Written by your memories

Filled to burst, our legacy

To relive the moment, take you back

Remember the times, remember the day

In our minds, we clutch on the memories

Stare at your teacher, crumpled pages in hand

They have molded your legacy

They grade your homework, which quickly comes back

An A for a paper, an ear for your problems, a compassionate judge

Keep the stories, forget the day

Reach out your hand

Cry for more time, another day

Time is deaf, an unforgiving judge

Hoarding the stories, and past memories

Stealing what you can never get back

Every second, owning another piece of your legacy

Forget your words, your bitter judge

Mark notches in the wood, one a day,

Running together, your years of a legacy

Eroding the time, two minutes behind, until one day you turn back

Scrambling for the lost memories

With time slipping from your hand

Cross your heart, swear you won’t turn back

Hope someone else takes the memories

Take a match, strike it, burn your legacy

Let go of your resolve, become your own judge

Look down at the ashes and the lines on your hand

Keep the stories, forget the day

It’s the work done for your legacy

Swear you’ll remember, but don’t ever turn back

A memory woven in time, a book bound by hand

A cover, a photo, not fit to judge.