A bright sunset may flare and die
Unnoticed by the human eye.
Flowers may grow and bloom and fade,
A gay unheralded parade.
A man may have his work and food
And never think to call it good.
But when a friend, unknown or true,
Extends a helping hand to you,
it strikes a chord complete and strong
That in your heart become a song.
~ Gladys Rappe
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