Don’t ever let the chance to help
Slip right through your fingers,
Long after a good deed’s been done
Its reflection lingers.
The kindly word, the cheerful smile,
The hand up from a fall
Is remembered for much longer
Than any act at all.
For it is not the deed itself
That leaves a lasting trace,
It is the love you chose to share
That lights up someone’s face.
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