My Generosity Poem by Ima Ryma
My Generosity
Too oft I feel my word and act
To another just seems so well
That generous I be in fact,
Causing of course my head to swell.
I give money to charities,
And to many I give advice.
My generosity does please
My thinking that I am so nice.
When I needed a hearing aid,
I was aided another way,
That generosity's not made
Just by 'good' stuff I do and say.
My greatest generosity
Is truly listening by me.
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