The Purse

 

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.