Bragging or show
contaminates the act.
Makes it a secondary thing.
Something to hang your glory on.
In my view, if you keep schtum, that
is the only way it can be pure. Selfless,
or purely selfish - either way, the act
for its own sake: to feel good. And
especially if you are able to help,
to change the course of events
without the beneficiary
ever so much as noticing
the degree of what you did,
How sweet is that?
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years. Try the RANDOM button to sample the sometimes surprising breadth of quality (and in several Novembers, breathtaking quantity as well), or click the "ANY GOOD" label* for those poems labeled with it. On any poem, old or new, feel free to offer your remarkable insight or critical acumen.
*I haven't yet revisited many pockets and stretches of time to appraise and label the "any goods," so some are missing. Please feel free to point out omissions, or - especially - erroneous inclusions, in comments.