I sat upon a park bench
Beneath a gloomy autumn sky
Hoping the peace would ease my burdens
And answer my questions of, “why?”
When an old man passed by
And seeing my somber, sour demeanor
Looked in my direction
With the glazed eyes of a dreamer.
Son, you know you’re a super hero,
For you can take that hurt — turn it to joy,
And turn your labors into fun.
You can take pain
And transform it,
And reform it.
Yes perspective is your super power,
To make your life to what you choose it,
It all starts with a grateful heart,
And a willingness to use it.
With a wink and a nod,
The old man slowly strolled away,
And left me sitting there alone,
On a brightening autumn day.… Continue readingRead More »