The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read
Beneath the long,straggly branches of an old willow tree
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent on dragging me down.
And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,
A young boy out of breath 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 pityful sight,
With all its petals all worn - not enough rain  or too little light
Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,
I faked a small smile and then shifted away.
But instead of treating he sat next to my side
And placed the flower to his nose
And declared with overacted surprise,
"It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful too.
Thats why I picked it:here, it's for you"
The weed before me was dying or dead.
Not vibrant of colors: orange, yellow red.
But I knew I  must take it, or he might never leave.
So I reached for the flower, and replied,"Just what I need."
But instead of him placing the flower in my hand,
He held it midair with out reason or plan.
It was thenI noticed for the very 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 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.
I sat there and wondered how he had managed to see
A self-piting woman beneth an old willow tree.
How did he know of my self - indulged plight ?
Perhaps from 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 was me.
And for all those times I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life,
And appreciate every second thats mine.
And then I held that wilted flower to my nose
And breathed in the frangrance of a Beautiful Rose
And smiled as I watched that young boy,
Another weed in his hand
About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.

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