Danger of Judgment

When we met I thought poor;

You were nice, sweet, fun.

But you were immature.

I thought bad for this.

You ditched practice,

Fooled around instead of working on skills.

And once you hurt me.

So I learned to see you as a boy,

A fun yet immature boy,

Who was also a jackhole for messing with me.

(granted it was an accident)

But then I went fishing.

I learned a different side.

You broke off something to protect my friend.

You apologized to me.

I learned to see you new;

One conversation made the difference.

And I admitted I was wrong.

(sorry again for misjudging)

So let's go on as friends,

And make some fun and games.

And teach each other to be better.