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 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 my side
And placed the flower to
his nose and declared
with overacted 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.
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 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 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.
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 then I held that
wilted flower up to my
nose
And 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.
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