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Don’t Expect a “Thank You”

Every day, you do what is right,      

Providing food for starving appetites,

Offering all the necessary delights.

Charity calls with that special phrase,

And you work hard for that raise,

So a donation would expect a praise.

Because you have a good heart,

You volunteer your time by teaching art,

To help kids become very smart.

Do that deed that isn’t expected,

Even if those praises aren’t directed,

Remember that honor isn’t always respected.

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Tony Taylor

AMEN BROTHER POET!!......... That or Those........ acts of kindness and generosity that never get noticed by others........ are the most powerful........ because doing something kind for another and keeping it secret........... is one of the most powerful lessons taught in EVERY culture........EVERY Bible.........EVERY thinking mans courageous and Godly soul.........I LOVE this write.......... in its essence........ it is beauty!!...........ALL STARS......... well done MICHAEL!!............ peace bro!!.........T xo

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Larry Ran

Hi Michael,

Sounds like you have a "good heart" too.  And you honor your "love" with depths of understanding.  Very well stated.

Peace and Love, xox Larry

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