I JUDGED A MAN    Writer Johnny Mullins      Today I saw some ragged clothes and I judged the frame on which they hung   There goes a wasted life says I I'll not waste mine for I'm young   I know his kind they're all alike he's from the Skid Row part of town   He'll beg a dime here and a quarter there   And be in the gutter before the sun goes down   Then I turned and walked into a store to buy a book of poems to read   Oh the best of literature says I is for the man of higher bread   Then I saw these words aimed right at me and it made me sorta hang my head   For I'd turned that random to a page and halfway down this poem I read   He sold a row of violets along a barren path he trod   That every future passes by might view the handy work of God   He carved a map upon a stone placed it on a dessert floor   To show tomorrows dying soul where cool clear water lay in store   And to write here all the many things he did to help his fellow man   Why it would make a book too long to read and wear away the poet's pen   Then I left the store to find that man just walk up to him rags and all   And shake his hand and chat awhile and then I heard an ambulance call   What happened here I asked someone why all the crowd that's gathered round   They said just some old ragged man from the Skid Row part of town   I bowed my head in silent prayer forgive me Lord for my idle tongue   Today I saw some ragged clothes and I judged the frame on which they hung