~The Most Beautiful
Flower~
Disillusioned by
life
with good reason to frown And if that weren't enough
to
ruin my day He
stood right before me with his head
tilted down In his hand was a
flower,
and
what a pitiful sight. But instead of
retreating
he sat next to my side "It sure
smells
pretty and it's beautiful
too The weed before me was
dying
or
dead So I reached for
the
flower and replied, "Just what I
need." But instead of him
placing
the
flower in my hand It
was
then
that I noticed for the very first
time That weed toting boy could
not
see: I
heard my
voice
quiver, tears shown in the
sun "You're welcome," he smiled
and
then ran off to play I sat
there
and wondered how he managed to
see How did he know of my
self-indulged plight? Through the eyes of a
blind
child, at last I could see And for all those times I
myself had been blind, And then I held the
wilted
flower up to my nose And
smiled as I watched that young
boy About
to change the life of an unsuspecting
man.
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