(to ask yourself at this day's
end)
Is anybody happier because you passed
their way?
Does anyone remember that you spoke to
them today?
And when this day is over, and its
toiling time is through
Will there be anyone to utter a kindly
word of you?
Did you give a kind greeting to the
friend who came along,
Or a churlish sort of "howdy" and
then vanish in the throng?
Were you selfish, as you rushed along
your way,
Or is someone mighty grateful for a deed
you did today?
Can you say tonight in parting, with the
day that's slipping fast,
That you helped a single brother of the
many that you passed?
Is a single heart rejoicing over what you
did or said?
Does a man whose hopes are fading, now
with courage look ahead?
Did you waste the day or lose it, was it
well or poorly spent?
Did you leave a trail of kindness or a
scar of discontent?
As you close your eyes in slumber, do you
think that God would say,
"You have blessed the ones around you by
the work you did today?"
~Known to
God
