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
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 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 up in mid-air
without reason or a plan.

It was then that I noticed
for the very first time,
This 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 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

[author unknown]

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