No, Not One Person
As I strolled along the boardwalk on the marina coast, three pelicans perch nearby:
one pelican with golden fur on top his head, two other pelicans with
beaks of red. The three pelicans waited nearby, while the fishermen cleaned their catch of the day.
Yet none of the men tossed their fish to the pelicans, no not one.
As I continued to stroll down the boardwalk, I noticed a homeless
man. He sat on a bench with an outstretched hand,
as people casually walked by.
None showed any interest in him, no one cared, no not one.
People from distant places, some with smiles on their freckled
faces. Yet no one offered a helping hand, no not one.
People should see it is better to give than to receive.
Still, no one offers, no not one.
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