~ three parts mad, and the fourth delirious, with perpetual rushing of hard times ~ Dickens

Monday, August 13, 2012

On 8/13/2012 04:26:00 PM by Unknown

I see a young boy,
Barely 10,
Clad in ragged clothes.
Limbs all veiled with filth,
Cleansing all the grubby cups,
And the mucky plates,
Just to get two meals a day,
And fifteen bucks.
I see a smile,
A honest smile,
That’s always with him,
I see a compromise he has with:
fate and karma,
And I see a pride he has,
That he earns his living..

I see a young boy,
I see life he has,
I see the smile he has,
And I see how lucky I am,
Just to survive, and live this life,
I see myself-
Someone with shoes but no shocks,
And I see the boy-
 someone with bare legs,
and dreams to buy shoes.
I see how inane I was,
For I was the gloom merchant.
I see a young boy,
I see zest, I see entity.
I see my soul that now sings the song,
Of joy and wonder of living,
Yet I remember the fragments,
In the quiet moment memory stirs,
Longing for  wholeness, joy and peace,
I enter into the silence of my core,
And I see the love for life,
And thus I see a window open,
Thus I get resurrected..
Thus I get the self back..
Thus I start to relive the beauty of being.

I see a young boy, I see life!
I see a young boy, I see Me!
I see a young boy, I find myself!
I see a young boy, I see the fragments!
I see a young boy, I relearn the  gratitude-
-I owe for living,
I see a young boy, I learn life!
I see a young boy, I start to live again,
I see a young boy, I find the smile!
I see a young boy, I see the beauty called living!