There are times the right thing,
For another to do...
Is too soon to be appreciated.
It is not realized to recognize,
What was done had been,
In the best of their interest.
Done to prioritize and consider.
These are the ways,
Of those days that have faded away.
Time passes and this becomes discovered.
Yet seldom is a 'thank you',
Is on a speed dial to call and say it.
Although, a forgiveness given to assume it,
Like many these days take for granted.
If the one who has done the right thing,
Doesn't mention what they've done to do.
Why bother! Afterall...
People do have more important things,
On their minds occupying them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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