Judgement

• Jerulin Jonesj, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2008

Piercing the clouds; a magnificent, towering structure, well renown;
All it takes is a meagre match-stick to bring it burning down.

The street swarms traffic, but to one they enthral;
A noble light which controls them all.

A vast expanse of shadow, pitch black and dark;
Diluted by light; just a thin ray or a mere spark.

A mass of pure white paint, though a tonne it weigh;
One drop of black and it is grey.

Thus, judge neither by mien nor size;
But look at the inside where true value lies.