The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read,
beneath the long,straggly branches of an old willow tree.
Dosillusioned by life with good reason to frown,
for the world was intent on dragging me down.
and if that waren't enough to ruin my day,
a young boy approached me,all tired from play.
He stood right before me
with his head tilted down
and said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"
In his hand was a flower
and what a pitiful sight
With its petals all worn-
not enough rain,or too littlr light
Wanting him to take his dead flower
and go off to play,
I faked a samll smile and then shifted away.
But instead of retreating
he sat next to my side
He declared with overacting surprise,
"It sure smells pretty, and it's beautiful too.
That's why I picked it;here it's for you
Theweed before me was dying or dead
not vibrant of clors:orange, yellow or red
But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave
So I reached for the flower, and replies"Thanks. just what I need."
but instead of him placing the flower in my hand he held itmid-air without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed for the first time,
that weed-toting boy could not see~He was blind
I heard my voice quiver,tears shone in the sun.
As I thanked him for picking the very best one.
"You're welcome,"he smiled,
and then ran off to play,unaware of the impact,
he'd had on my day.
A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree,how did he know?
of my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps fro his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.
Through the eyes of a blind child,at last I could see
The problem was not with the world; the problem wa with me.
And for all those time I myself had been blind
I vowed to see the beauty in life
and appreciate every second that's mine.
and then I held that wilted flower up to my nose
and breathed in the fregrance of a beautiful rose.
and smiled as I watched that young boy another weed in his hand.
about to change the life of an unsuspected old man.
Author Unknown
