The Good Person Allowance Poem by Raj Dronamraju

I don't know how the stranger got into my house
Nor about the envelope full of cash he handed me
Folded lumps of 100 dollars bills rubberbanded together

Until he said "This is bestowed upon you as a good person allowance
For something you did for someone else, for something you did for a group of people and for the charity and understanding you showed"

But inward I said
"I am not a good person"
"I am not truthful about my character"
"I have known women that were claimed by somebody else"
"I have been dishonest as to who I really was"

However, the total human being does not voice out and takes the cash
For he knows nothing of addition and subtraction and the estimating of fate
The punished good deeds and the unpunished evil deeds