On that bright day his mind was unusually calm He stopped by the beggar to offer him some alms Feeling at peace with himself without a trace of qualm He took a deep breath, with life he was coming to term.
Goodness he pondered was quite an achievable feat A small spark that made him offer the old man a seat Each familiar face he smiled at such easy was to greet Inside him he grew healthier being good was great benefit.
Why men suffer jealousy fight for one-upmanship Instead of trading for goodness most precious human keep Just not burn to earn his food comfort and restful sleep But live in shining goodness make life a rewarding trip.
Being good with one’s own kind he felt wouldn’t do Other lives around him must kindly be treated too A crumb of bread for the street dog on its head a little pat Pints of milk and a little care for the weak and ailing cat.
As he walked the road thoughts like these lighted up his face He found waiting on wayside many things begging goodness Determined he would reach them all do them a little good He sprinted along in a sprightly gait his mind in deep brood.
Back home when she opened the door he gave her a broad smile She glowered a little askance for he hadn’t done it a while
*What brings you this sheepish smile what for the elation? Don’t even think you can ever make on me a good impression!