Conclusions Poem by Phil Soar

I draw to quick conclusions, without any facts or proof
I have a deep felt innocence, and am often quite aloof,
I think I'm better than I am, yet much to my dismay,
I met someone without a home, just the other day.

I drew a quick conclusion, of the sort of life they led,
Of grime and dirt and tatty clothes, and quite an unmade bed,
Except from these assumptions, I hastily concluded,
They had no house, no covered roof, just a cardboard home instead

It taught me something special, and made me see my flaws,
I helped this person to their feet and opened up my doors,
Offered him salvation, and a place to bide their time
And managed to forget this awful ignorance of mine.