The voice of charity is a quiet one
Its ego left alone and at the door
No one hears boastful banter
Nor exaggeration of its actions
To gain esteem of the inattentive
Anonymity gives much more
For the forces given to goodness
They are often unknown, unnamed
Such treasures know only wonder
They grant none any obligation
The joys of receiving some relief
That at times may overwhelm
Should never measure a man
For all find humility liked or not
So guilt gives no respite of pain
A warm heart, a kind soul yet
Care not for accolades of merit
Nor for words of praise passing
For happiness is often abstract
So simple to those understanding