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[sid] => 1794
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Dark Reflections
[time] => 2002-08-05 19:33:52
[hometext] => There is beauty in all things... just as there is ugliness in even the most beautiful...
We see what we want to see, or what we hate most, in anything we encounter. sometimes you need to step outside of yourself to see the whole picture [bodytext] => As I sit on this park bench, I watch some children chasing pidgens around that cascading water fountain. The one covered in grafitti, with cigarettes and bits paper floating in it. And the ground around it is covered with crumpled up food wrappers and other refuse. And the air is so choked with exhaust fumes from passing busses and other trafic, that you can see the haze of it in the air. But I sit on my park bench reading my book, and I look up to watch those children play. And I see those wide smiles on their innocent faces, and hear their rich laughter, and I wonder..... How can such beauty exist surrounded by such ugliness Later as I sit on this park bench, I look up from my book to see those same children shouting obsenities and accusations at a poor, old, homeless man laying on a park bench just down from mine. And he clutches the crumpled news papers around himself, and tries to hide from the childrens cruel words. And I can hear the pain in his voice as he begs those children to leave him be.... Just leave him be! And as I sit on this park bench, I see the honey brown and reddish gold leaves falling from the trees, to be caught and sent swirling by a gentle autumn wind. And the sun is filtering down through the softly swaying tree branches. and I can hear the sweet calls of some songbird who hasn't yet flown for warmer lands. Then I look at these children, and the missery that they are bringing to this poor old man, and I have to wonder..... How can such ugliness exist surrounded by such beauty. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 219 [topic] => 25 [informant] => cypher [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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