Rarer Than Rare

Poem By Francis Duggan

There are many good people generous caring and kind
But the perfect human being may not be there to find
At least such a person I have yet to meet
Though many good people live on every street
I've sometimes heard one referred to as a living saint
But such a person should be free of any flaw or taint
And does such a person exist I for one cannot say
Though I do meet good people and quite a few every day
The dead saints the religious living do celebrate
And between a saint and a good person the difference is great
A saint is one perfect in every way
And 'tis only to a saint that the living do pray
The good they are many and with others they share
But as for living saints they are rarer than rare.

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