Pass It On
She looked at the items in her cart.
The mother bowed her head and said
Please take some of the items out
I can’t have them all ‘till I get paid.
So I said to her, in a quiet voice,
“I’ll be glad to help if you’ll let me pay
For I have money that I can spare
Don’t let your pride get in the way”
Astonished the mother said to me
“How can I repay you when you are gone?”
I said, “give a kind word to another
Then tell them to take it, and pass it on”
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