The Art of Listening

Mon, 06/24/2019 - 21:13 -- Bro17

For most of my life I thought of myself as an eagle, an eagle that knew how to fly. But I was a chick in the nest watching others fly.

I knew right or left, good or bad. I thought that’s all there was.

So, because I knew it all, why jump from the nest?

Why listen to others who differ?

Good decisions are what people rely on, so I took time to listen and understand.

A once thought enemy became a friend.

I just had to jump, jump from where I thought was right, to now what I know is right.

I flew not alone but with the company of someone different then me, and that has made all the difference. 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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