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Blessing in Disguise

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An old man passed by me one autumn day,

Old trinkets tucked away in each weathered hand.

He stopped me on my way home,

His eyes sparkling as he placed a dull, metal watch upon my glove.

I looked down to see that it was broken; the face was cracked beyond repair

And the needle hands were sound asleep against my wrist.

Perplexed, I turned to give back the useless thing,

An apologetic smile fixed upon my lips… but he was nowhere to be found.

I shrugged and walked back to my home - and halfway there,

The dimming light caught a brilliant shine!

I wiped my eyes clean of fatigue, for the day was long and dreary,

But there they were - seven large stones:

Diamonds… inlaid into the underside plate,

Their winking faces sprayed gleaming shards of silver

Across my battered long coat.

I ran my fingers over them to assure that they were real,

As if the impossible treasures may have just been an illusion -

But pressed into my fingertips were their outline.

I shook my head in disbelief, my heart warming

As I smiled down at the blessing in disguise.




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