The good that deep within us sings
Reveals itself in trifling things.
The miser, crabbed, warped, aloof,
Talks to the pigeons on his roof.
Who drops a dog a friendly pat
Is easier to like for that.
He has a good side, Heaven knows,
Vho stops and bends to smell a rose.
Man walked with God before he fell;
If you would judge him, know him well.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, May 13, 1952
