The Purse
© by Bud Lemire on April 1, 2026
It was time, to get rid of some stuff
Because, really, I had more than enough
It was a purse, I had no need of anyway
So I put it on the “Give Away” table, just today
The nice manager of the building, came to me
Asked if I put a purse, on the table which is free
I said “Yes, it was me, not long ago I did”
She told me, someone found the money, which was hid
She came to the office, with the fifty five
Saying, it was the best day to be alive
Return this money, to the previous owner if you can
I think it's only fair, it's returned to their hand
So the woman in charge, asked around
And the previous owner, was found
The fifty five dollars was returned, and it was great
The previous owner of the purse, sure did appreciate
She wrote out a card, thankful for the return
Because it is something, that many don't learn
She brought it to the one, who returned it all
Being the right thing to do, she heard the call
I can imagine, the hearts were touched on this day
When you do the right thing, it always feels that way
This was not my story, and it didn't happen at the Harbor Tower.
But it could have. Yet it is a very true story. When people care
enough to do the right thing. It feels great to everyone who is
involved. They all do their part.
