With Giving Comes Fulfillment
As I gave the road was paved with companionship and comraderie.
It felt so nice to not think twice about the help that I provide.
But when they smiled and said things (not vile) I filled all up with glee.
Because they were so kind I really did not mind taking time out of my day,
for when I helped, nobody yelped, and all were quite happy.
All the people below the steeple would all support my way.
I hoped that I could persist more and more people to assitst,
so that we could all live and cross the bridge,
to a world where we are all fair in the eyes of those that care.
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