There was a time in which I was,
Young and dumb, in arrogance,
Believing that I did know more,
Than what I had begun to earn.
Ignorance did feed my ego,
Enough to elevate myself,
Above those whom I thought moronic,
Not understanding of perspective.
Regret, I have none of this time,
For I am reminded of the journey,
To this present state of mind,
In which I do see I was wrong.
Not wrong in matter of the fact,
But in my selfish imposition,
To discount all because of bias,
Youthful exuberance tried and tested.
And as the years, nay days go by,
I learn and grow and change my mind,
Trying to steer from my opinion,
Towards an open, flexible cognition.
So some day as I count my blessings,
I hope that I can sit and say,
That I was wise enough to listen,
Not just to stand and speak my way.