Disillusioned by
life and with good reason to frown
Feeling as if the world was intent on
dragging me down
As if that weren't enough to ruin
my day
A young boy approached me, all tired
from play
He stood right before me, his head tilted
down
And said with great excitement, "Look
what I found!"
In his hand was a flower - what a pitiful
sight,
With 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 retreating he sat next
to me,
Placed the flower to his nose and
said with surprise,
"It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful,
too
That's why I picked it; here, it's for
you."
The weed before me was dying......or dead
Not vibrant of colors, orange, yellow
or red.
I knew I must take it, or he might
never leave
So I reached for the flower, and said,
"Just what I need "
But instead of him placing the flower
in my hand
He held it mid-air without reason or plan
It was then that I noticed for the very
first time
That weed-toting boy could not see: he
was blind
I heard my voice quiver, tears shone like
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
I sat there and wondered how he managed
to see
A self-pitying woman beneath 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 of those times I myself had
been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life,
And appreciate every second that's mine
And holding that wilted flower up
to my nose
I breathed in the fragrance 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.
Author Unknown
Counting one's blessings is always an excellent
idea as this poem indicates. It's really quite rare that we can't find
someone else who is less fortunate than we are. Granted, at times we find
that extremely difficult to believe but it is true nevertheless.
Won't you please take a minute
to say hello and leave a short note in the guest book ?
I really do like to know
when someone drops by so I can return the favour if possible.
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