The Old Man

The Old Man There was an old man who was very sad, The whole world his enemy. That is till he saw the most beautiful thing of all! A rose growing under a tree. "How peculiar." He thought, "Why'd the rose pick this spot?" "Well I guess I will sit here and see. And as the sun showed down on the fields all around, The old man took stock what he had. He sat there confused as he silently mused, "Well I guess the world's not quite so bad."