Blessing, In Disguise

                     Blessing, In Disguise

Many
times I’ve question myself, asking who am I,

A waste
of time on sent furlough, a granted way of life,

If we refuse
to live this life, did we now choose to die?

Like a caterpillar
of old, turning into that of a butterfly,

Am I not
now in life, a God given blessing in disguise?

You have
painted for me, the most beautiful portrait,

But do
you capture the true meaning of its deliverance?

The
colors and its beauties can, easily be quite deceived,

What
have you now hiding, under the covers of deception?

Thus, a
cursing to the few and a blessing for the quest,

A squanders
refuge and a gentleman’s, treasure chest.

We
wouldn’t appreciate the sun, without the bad weather,

Taken for
granite, is the moon, while the stars, boast leather.

As an Introductory,
to a cabbie and not knowing his passenger,

We tend
to pick, up a book, immediately, judging the character.

The outsides
true purpose, serves only, the inside, as its barrier

Good is
too bad, as a warm blessing, is to, a blisterous cursing,

You got
to walk back stage, in order to, peep behind the curtain.

Some may
not see, although they are not, physically blind,

Their
visions, are just blurry but for, only a period of time.

Take off,
that covered blind fold; commence, to open your eyes,

And
realize, that life all along, bring us blessing, in disguise.

                                  Jim

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