I brought a person an apple they sold it for a dime I gave a person a dollar they went out and bought some wine I bought a person a meal they ate every last scrap Then they robbed and beat my body turning my view to crap Now I ignore the helpless I pass a bleeding man I read within a paper he died near a telephone stand I went to church to pray to God asking what I should do The answer stared me in the face a hungry child of two Good deeds are not for reward nor is there pleasure gained It is to help those less fortunate to give them hope again We all run into people who think the world owes them their dreams They take with abandon never cherishing anything Others lives are nothing to those where possessions are the game Their lives will remain empty for none will trust them again Travel clear and righteous paths through life choosing the direction from within Giving charity towards others for the selfish way that won't bend So look for smiles within sad faces they are there for all to see The only ingredient lacking is the caring smile from you and me. W/By Guy Dan Schuyler Cr. 12 November 1999
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