What I See

I Don't See It

A man I see, meandering the woods. What's wrong? I ask as I sat by him near the brook.

Don't you see? He tells me. All I have is this little brook. For because of that I live a small life.

Now I see the children, playing and splashing just in the near distance. He tells me once more, that like this water, my life is crashing.

Though I must ask you, sir. If you'll pardon me for being frank. But aren't those your happy and healthy children, playing and splashing in the water? He dries his hands on his pants, and mumbles, I don't see it.

As I look to the yonder, only to see an alluring beauty crying for his affection. Is that not your wife that cries? I ask in question. Is that not your lovely bride?

For he kicks his feet into the water into the rippling water and mumbles yet again, I can't hear it.

How can you be so blind? I yell. Don't you see what you lead? And what you lead is not so small?

For he simply looks up to me, and with a forsaken huff he utters, I just don't see it.