Good People Poem by Paul Moosberg

How true in all time, good people can’t see
How true and sublime, their good could just be
How true in life’s grime, good people agree
How true with their chime, they sing of happy

This thank you decrees, to holding the keys
Of thanking with pleas, to hug good with ease

Good people make haste, to help and befriend
Good people are placed, with help that they lend
Good people won’t waste, the love that they tend
Good people are faced, with love to defend

This thank you extends, where it knows no ends
Of thanking my friends, where help and love blends