There was a man in our town who had King Midas' touch; <br />He gave away his millions to the colleges and such; <br />And people cried: "The hypocrite! He ought to understand <br />The ones who really need him are the children of this land!" <br />When Andrew Croesus built a home for children who were sick, <br />The people said they rather thought he did it as a trick, <br />And writers said: "He thinks about the drooping girls and boys, <br />But what about conditions with the men whom he employs?" <br /> <br />There was a man in our town who said that he would share <br />His profits with his laborers, for that was only fair, <br />And people said: "Oh, isn't he the shrewd and foxy gent? <br />It cost him next to nothing for that free advértisement!" <br /> <br />There was a man in our town who had the perfect plan <br />To do away with poverty and other ills of man, <br />But he feared the public jeering, and the folks who would defame him, <br />So he never told the plan he had, and I can hardly blame him.<br /><br />Franklin P. Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-good-deed-goes-unpunished-2/
