Daffodils

 A man sees early flowers beside a lake

and thinks them a fit subject for kind thought.

He could not know his poem would be taught

across an age. His words would come to make

so many future children by mistake 

conclude that flowers were images that caught 

the truth of poetry, thus having naught

of meaning for the future they would make.

But minor pleasures are not the true bright stuff

of all the suffering, and of all the joy,

that poems may capture and bring into sight

of a fresh world accessible to rough

and gentle both, that lets us each enjoy 

the magic that brings life into the light.