In a cozy corner down the lane,
Where kindness outshines profit’s gain,
A little shop with heart so wide—
The Give & Take, where dreams reside.

Old jackets hung with stories told,
Books that know how hearts unfold,
A teacup chipped, but steeped in grace,
Each item has its time, its place.

A neighbor gives, another takes,
From hand to hand, the circle makes
A gentle rhythm, old yet new—
A song of sharing, tried and true.

No golden signs or fancy tags,
Just honest goods in humble bags.
A child’s smile for a puzzle found,
A coat that warms without a pound.

Volunteers with eyes that gleam,
Stack love in every thread and seam.
The register rings not with greed,
But joy in serving every need.

So come and browse, or come to give,
Each act a way we choose to live.
A thrift shop, yes—but so much more:
A caring hand, an open door.