Ornery Old Man...

i have been accused of being an ornery old man, perhaps
rightfully so... i am rather blunt, and have little patience
or tolerance for ignorance.
however, when i come in contact with another human
being i always try to see them through their own eyes...
my abiding thought and intent is respect, grounded in
dignity...
i will go out of my way to listen, and to help.
but both of us have to pull the oars!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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