Thoughts to think about

Obdurate I stumbled upon a word one day, A stranger to me, yet clear as day. Obdurate—unyielding, strong, A heart once hardened, rigid, wrong.  A youth convinced he knew it all, Quick to judge, too proud to fall. Opinions forged without the facts, A mind unbending, sharp, exact.  Yet time, relentless, shapes the soul, Softens edges make one whole. Where once I argued…