Unaware of his goodness
but his flaws and sins.
He is ultimately bothered
by the most minute and
most trivial he miscaused.
It is a mystery to him:
that he led a good life,
that he fought the good fight,
and the faces he made smile
and the soul in moments of despair
he made their day,
these things are his everyday life,
the most common banalities
he will routine come by.
And another thing he is truthfully
never aware that he was a good man.
But he do knows he is loved-
tragecially, this is
something he should
always be reminded.
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below is a precisely cut leaf
The good man will always be
unaware of his goodness—
but not his flaws and sins.
He is deeply troubled
by the smallest things
he may have caused or failed to fix.
It is a mystery to him:
that he lived a good life,
that he fought the good fight,
that he made others smile,
or helped a soul in despair
just by being there.
These things—
the acts that save people,
the kindnesses that echo—
to him, they are ordinary.
Mere moments,
routine passing banalities.
Another truth he never quite sees:
he was, in every way,
a good man.
But one thing he does know:
he is loved.
Tragically,
this is something
he must always
be reminded of.
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