When I was a young boy.... <br />I never went looking for the perfect world <br />Sure even back then when I was but a wee lad.... <br />before the beginning of recorded time <br />there were wars and killing <br />murders and rapes.... <br />but I didn't pay it any attention <br />My world was perfect <br />Today <br />Sitting at my desk <br />I saw my reflection in a framed picture of my loving family <br />Turning away so as not to recognize my painful expression <br />I felt almost helpless to warn them of my suffering...... <br />From the burnout of always having to be right.... <br />or at least never letting on like I may have failed.... <br />I walked outside.....searching perhaps <br />for any indication that the World wasn't such a bad place <br />And in a small grassy area between the two ugly buildings <br />which confine my thoughts to the war and politics of the day <br />I found perfection... <br />For there in that small but almost perfect quiet <br />was the sweet sound of birds chirping <br />with only an occasional Crow calling for an interruption <br />There were bees and ladybugs coexisting with a wasp <br />as for the average insect life is too short <br />to worry much about anything...... <br />But what really brought it all home for me was <br />after a few moments of being there....free of thought <br />I noticed the patches of beautiful green and white clover <br />and yet there....scattered throughout were some Dandelions <br />better known as weeds..... <br />And that's when it hit me...The World is perfect <br />Even when I'm not...... <br /> <br />2007 © T Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-effects-of-inhaling-second-hand-smoke-while-standing-next-to-someone-with-a-joint-in-their-hand/
