OPPORTUNITY
I asked what he saw when the sun came up,
painting the world with light.
"Just the hazy fog of my own little dreams
because my eyes were shut tight."
"Then what did appear when you opened your eyes
on this beautiful world God made?"
"Only cold, bare walls of my own small room
in the light through a half-open shade."
When at last he walked to the window to see
all the wonders of which he'd been told,
he saw only the colorless dark of the night,
as he shivered there, lonely and cold.
I asked what he saw when the sun came up,
painting the world with light.
"Just the hazy fog of my own little dreams
because my eyes were shut tight."
"Then what did appear when you opened your eyes
on this beautiful world God made?"
"Only cold, bare walls of my own small room
in the light through a half-open shade."
When at last he walked to the window to see
all the wonders of which he'd been told,
he saw only the colorless dark of the night,
as he shivered there, lonely and cold.
