The Most Beautiful FLower
Disillusioned by life
And if that weren't enough
He stood right before me
In his hand was a flower
Wanting him to take his dead
But instead of retreating
"It sure smells pretty
The weed before me was
But I knew I must take it,
But instead of him placing
It was then that I noticed
I heard my voice quiver,
"You're welcome,"
he smiled,
I sat there and wondered
How did he know of
Through the eyes of a blind
child,
And for all of those times
And then I held that wilted flower
And smiled as I watched
that young boy,
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with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent
on dragging me down.
to ruin my day,
A young boy out of breath
approached me,
all tired from play.
with his head tilted down
And said with great
excitement,
"Look what I found!"
what a pitiful sight,
With its petals all worn
- not enough rain,
or too little light.
flower and go off to play,
I faked a small smile and
then shifted away.
he sat next to my side
And placed the flower
to his nose and declared
with surprise,
and it's beautiful, too.
That's why I picked it;
here, it's for you."
dying......or dead.
Not vibrant of colors,
orange, yellow or red.
or he might never leave.
So I reached for the flower,
and replied,
"Just what I need."
the flower in my hand,
He held it mid-air
without reason or plan.
for the very first time
That weed-toting boy could not see:
he was blind.
tears shone like the sun
As I thanked him for
picking the very best one.
and then ran
off to play,
Unaware of the impact
he'd had on my day.
how he managed to see
A self-pitying woman
beneath an old willow tree.
my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps from his heart,
he'd been blessed with
true sight.
at last I could see
The problem was not with the world
the problem was me.
I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life,
and appreciate every second that's mine.
up to my nose
And breathed in the fragrance
of a beautiful Rose
another weed in his hand
About to change the life
of an unsuspecting old man.