A poem I found in my mother’s Bible, written by an unknowen author.

Is anybody happier, becuase you passed his way?

Does anyone remember, that you spoke to him today?

The day is almost over and its toiling time is through.

Is there anyone to utter now, a kindly word of you?

Did you give a cheerful greeting, to the friend who came along,

or a churlish sort of Howdy, then vanish in the throng?

Were you selfish, pure and simple, 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 is slipping fast.

That you helped a single brother, of the many you have passed?

Is a single heart rejoicing, over what you did or said?

Does the man whose hopes were 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 earned one more tomorrow , by the work you did today!