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The Most Beautiful Flower
The park bench was deserted as I sat
down to read,
Beneath the long branches of an old willow
tree.
Disappointed 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 it’s 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 shifted away.
But instead of leaving 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,
Lacking 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 midair without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed for the first time,
That innocent boy could not see, he was
blind.
I heard my voice shiver, tears shone like the
sun,
As I thank him for picking the very best one.
“You’re welcome” he smiled and ran off to
play,
Unaware of the impression he had on my
day.
I sat there and wondered how he managed
to see,
A self-pitying woman under an old willow
tree.
How did he know of my depressed 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 promised 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 then I smiled as I watched that young
boy pick another weed in his hand.
About to change the life of a crabby old
man.