Fw: The most beautiful flower - food for thought

Kenneth P. Utz
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> The Most Beautiful Flower
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> The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read
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> Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree.
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> Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,
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> For the world was intent on dragging me down.
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> And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,
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> A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play.
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> He stood right before me with his head tilted down
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> And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"
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> In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,
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> With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light.
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> Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,
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> I faked a small smile and then shifted away.
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> But instead of retreating he sat next to my side
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> And placed the flower to his nose
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> And declared with overacted surprise,
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> "It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too.
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> That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."
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> The weed before me was dying or dead.
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> Not vibrant of colors: orange, yellow or red.
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> But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.
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> So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need."
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> But instead of him placing the flower in my hand,
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> He held it mid-air without reason or plan.
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> It was then that I noticed for the very first time
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> That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.
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> I heard my voice quiver; tears shone in the sun
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> As I thanked him for picking the very best one.
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> You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play,
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> Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.
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> I sat there and wondered how he managed to see
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> A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree.
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> How did he know of my self-indulged plight?
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> Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.
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> Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see
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> The problem was not with the world; the problem was me.
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> And for all of those times I myself had been blind,
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> I vowed to see the beauty in life,
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> And appreciate every second that's mine.
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> And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose
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> And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose
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> And smiled as I watched that young boy,
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> Another weed in his hand,
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> About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.
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> If this message has inspired you,
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> or touched you in anyway
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> or if you feel that it can brighten up
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> someone else's day,
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> please forward it.
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> (Author Unknown)
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