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GOODWILL Days
When I was broke with kids to feed; Goodwill filled most every need.
Clothes for school, shoes for me; Books and toys most certainly.
They celebrated holidays; With stuff that others gave away.
A dollar would buy Christmas lights; An Easter bunny, or a kite.
Seeing those who had much less; Erased my thoughts of helplessness.
Back then I lived on faith and tears; Today I shop and volunteer.
Sometimes I’ll see that girl I know; In faded clothes with kids in tow;
I’ll pay her bill or buy the toy; she can’t afford to give her boy.
So grateful I can understand; The Godsend of a helping hand,
Everyday from then to now, I vowed to pay them back somehow;
Inside their doors it comes to me; that whispered, tugging memory;
Walking back in time to be, exactly where I used to be.
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