June 21, 1998

I did a favor yesterday,
  A kindly little deed . . .
And  then I called to all the world
  To stop and look and heed.
They stopped and looked and flattered me
  In words I could not trust,
And when the world had gone away
  My good deed turned to dust.

A very tiny courtesy
  I found to do today;
'T'was quickly done, with none to see,
  And then I ran away . . .
But someone must have witnessed it,
  For -- truly I declare --
As I sped back the stony path
  Roses were blooming there!

                                          ~Apples of Gold~