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Date Posted: 14:04:13 03/16/02 Sat
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In reply to:
Dusty
's message, "THE WINDOW" on 08:43:17 03/14/02 Thu
Dusty; I have read this story, but you have done a wonderful job in putting it to rhyme. I thoroughly enjoyed this. Good writing. Wanda
>Hi y'all.....miss me? Had a really yucky month but
>I'm B-A-C-K!! This was a story that I heard LONG
>ago and I decided to see if I could make it rhyme!!!!!
> Ps...Hey
>JIMBRO....what's up at the Realm? I tried but can't
>post anything.....was I gone THAT long? Love
>Dustysis
>
> THE WINDOW
>
> The room was stark and painted white
> With two beds side by side
> Hospitals all seemed much the same
> Whether patients lived or died
>
> One large window graced the wall
> In each bed lay a man
> Stopped short in the prime of life
> For fate had other plans
>
> One survived a tragic wreck
> That had left him paralyzed
> Unable to move a muscle
> And wishing he had died!
>
> The other had been ill as well
> With a dangerous, rare infection
> Medicines dripped from different tubes
> Per his chart's direction
>
> The hours passed as days went by
> The boredom was very bad
> The two men talked, for conversation
> Was the only pasttime that they had
>
> The man whose bed was near the door
> Could not even turn his head
> Just stared up at the ceiling
> Wishing out loud he were dead
>
> The other man was sympathetic
> And did his daily best
> To raise his roommate's spirits
> And inspire him to meet this test
>
> The two men talked for hours
> And became the best of friends
> Even planned to get together
> When their convalescence reached an end
>
> Each afternoon the second man
> In his rich and cultured voice
> Described the world outside their window
> Where life went on without a choice
>
> He talked about the little park
> That the window squarely faced
> Detailing all the flower beds
> Rich colors, so neatly spaced
>
> Which ones were in bloom that day
> How vibrant each one looked
> The paralyzed man could almost see them
> Much like pictures in a book
>
> As days went by, the 'window' man
> Continued his decriptions
> Of life and nature close at hand
> As his roommate enjoyed the visions
>
> The speaker's words would weave a web
> About the folks he'd see
> Young couples strolling hand in hand
> Small children running free...
>
> Ball games played across the park
> The traffic going by
> Construction on a distant building
> Or just a hovering butterfly
>
> Whatever slice of life he'd see
> He somehow would contrive
> With just his voice to make the scene
> For his roommate come alive
>
> The paralyzed man was gradually
> Abandoning his self-pity
> Realizing that out there was still
> A vibrant, bustling city
>
> And though his life, from that point on
> Would never be the same
> He'd simply have to do his best
> That no one was to blame
>
> And then one morning when he woke
> He learned to his dismay
> That his friend sometime during the night
> Had peacefully passed away
>
> He was torn with much regret
> That he'd never had the chance
> To thank his friend for all he'd done
> They'd never even shared a glance!
>
> He asked the nurse that afternoon
> In slow and halting tones
> If she'd move him to the window
> Now that he was here alone...
>
> She didn't seem to understand
> So he told her how his friend
> Had described the park in great detail
> Before he'd reached the end
>
> The nurse was silent as he finished
> Then she reached for his hand
> "Sir....I'll take you to the window
> But you must understand....
>
> There is no park....at least not here
> This window has no view at all!
> This room is in the oldest wing
> It faces nothing but a wall!"
>
> The man was now completely stunned
> "But that simply cannot be!
> He described it all in great detail!
> Every single thing he'd see!
>
> The flower beds....the buildings
> The children playing ball!!
> And now you say there's nothing there
> Except a blank, brick wall?"
>
> The nurse then paused, "Your roommate, sir,
> Was wise, as well as kind...
> He gave you back the will to live
> But he himself was blind!
>
> Maybe he just wanted very much
> To encourage you to live
> And his stories and descriptions
> Were all he had to give...
>
> The man then lay unmoving
> Weeping silent, bitter tears
> The thought of what his friend had done
> Would stay in his heart for years
>
> He realized that he'd been given
> The gift of selfless love
> And that one day he would thank his friend
> When they met up above...
>
> In this story there's a lesson
> That each of us should learn
> Never let a chance go by
> To do another some good turn
>
> Even if its just a smile
> A hug or one kind word...
> You'll never know how lives were changed
> Or what it meant to those who heard!
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