Past Good Deeds Poem by Douglas McClarty
Past Good Deeds
Days pass no thoughts
about family, friends
Until the calm waters of life
start to ripple again
Sometimes a light breeze,
then comes a storm
Leaves fall, decay, forgotten,
though once useful
Past good intentions erased,
judged only today
Feel I am being punished
for my past good deeds
Such is this selfish life,
Hard to be popular always
But is it worth while trying?
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