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No one knows the gift of lifeuntil it's seen in another's eyes.What's he thinking I ask myself, from this disease that he was dealt.
He meets me at the door each daywith a great big smile upon his face.The boss is in there he say's to meand leads the way for me to see.
After breakfast our day startswith his favorite thing, doing art.With brush in handle swirls and spins,up, down and back again.
One line here a circle there, different colors everywhere. Oh, that's beautiful he says to me,can we hang it with the others for all to see.
Everything happens for a reason, they sayand maybe for him it was meant that way.All the riches, all the gold, could not compare what this man holds.
So what's he thinking, I ask myself,from this disease that he was dealt.Just remember no one knows, what today may bring or tomorrow holdsNo, we don't know that gift of lifeuntil we've looked in that man's eyesSource: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/gift-of-life