One fine summer morning,
I took a stroll through my local town park.
There I stumbled upon a rather rusty dagger.
Though not very sharp or lustrous,
it had an intricate hilt
that caught my attention.

Without further introspection,
I decided to steal the dagger.
And just when no one around was looking,
I hid it gently inside the pocket of my jacket.

But can you really call me a thief ?
It was a weary looking old dagger.
Not much of any good use.
"What if any youth had found it first and put the dagger to misuse?"
I walked back home with a smile,
reflecting upon my good deed.