Don’t Jump To Conclusions
In a town where whispers traveled fast
And guesses often grew and passed,
A simple glance, a careless view
Could shape a tale that none once knew.
A shadow stretched across a wall,
And someone swore they saw it fall.
Another said, “It surely ran!”
And soon the rumor filled the span.
For minds can rush where facts walk slow,
And claim they surely must all know.
But truth is quiet, calm, and still,
And waits beyond the hurried will.
A moment’s pause, a careful eye
Can save a hundred false replies.
Yet many leap with hurried tongue
Before the truth has yet begun.
A boy once passed the market square
With muddy shoes and tousled hair.
A broken jar lay on the street,
With shards scattered at his feet.
A woman gasped, “He dropped the load!
I saw him walking down this road!”
Another nodded, quick to say,
“He’s always reckless anyway.”
