Analysis of NEVER JUDGE A PERSON BY THEIR COVER

A deaf man approached me to ask for directions
initially; I did not notice his impairment; I am Italian and often talk with my hands. It was not until he started to speak in some flaming foreign  tongue that I might have chosen not to understand

He tries to draw me a picture, but the man is no Van Gough people judge me because of my ink and piercings, so who the hell am I to tell him that his stick figure drawing reminds me of a picture flip book that I used to make as a kid and he reminds me of my Grand Father.

I hope he finds his way to his distention soon, hopefully before he dies
he sits there so patiently, trying to explain
both of us our lost for words while trying not to miss our trains back home, but neither of us is a mall directory, just two men trying to be understood and spread some love

This man is drunk with dizzy. He falls onto the dirt-covered floor. His eyes silently close, his heart stops beating .his face stops eating.

The talking behind his back, he will never know
his first and last masterpiece now will never make the show. It is now up to me to find a way to make this gentle soul a legend

For this time, I can not allow all to fall upon deaf ears and blind eyes. After all, who am I to judge you, and who are you to believe me? We all got two good looks, but are we willing to use them to see