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The Eyes Of A Child
 
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 at what I found"
 
In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,
with its petals all worn-not enough rain, or to
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 midair 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 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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