The Prize
by louis gander

I sat beside my window.
With all that I could see,
the wind was blowing brisky as
the sunlight fell on me.

I noticed younger children
outside that warm spring day -
they ran around in circles and
enjoyed their active play.

One boy - reached up for something -
invisible it seemed -
as he would run and jump up high,
still grabbing for his dream.

Now was he catching sunlight?
My face just simply grinned.
He seemed to have a reason for
his grasping at the wind.

Then stopped, he with his hands clasped.
He slowly peeked inside.
And then suspense - amazement heard,
"A butterfly!" he cried.

The bills we know are overdue,
an endless task it seems -
but life from children shine on me.
How futile are life's dreams.

I sit here in the sunlight,
on God's tremendous earth,
I soak in all its beauty and
find peace, therein its worth.

I know I grasped for other things,
I willed to 'get ahead'.
But now as years have passed me by
I've found the prize instead.

Copyright 2021 by louis gander.
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