Is anyone happier because you passed their way,
does anyone remember you spoke to them today?
Did you give a cheerful greeting to a friend who came along,
or was it a sort of howdy as you vanished in the throng?
Were you selfish or thoughtless as you rushed along your way,
or is someone mighty grateful for a deed you did today?
Did you use your day or waste it; was it well or poorly spent,
did you leave a trace of kindness or a scar of discontent?
This day is almost over; its toiling time is through,
is there anyone to speak a kind word about you?
As you close your eyes to slumber, do you think that God would say,
"you've earned one more tomorrow by the work you did today?"
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