Grandpa Was a Rich Man
"There! I did my good deed for the day."
How often, these words, people will say.
As if it were a chore, in the way,
thinking the good deed stole from their day.
Grandpa knew and to us would convey,
that helping others, not asking pay,
would then make that good deed, double weigh
as golden friendships along the way.
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