Is anybody happier because

you passed his way?

Does anyone remember that

you spoke to him 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 the man whose hopes were

fading now with courage look ahead?

Did you leave a trail of kindness,

or a scar of discontent?

As you close your eyes in slumber,

do you think that God will say,

“You have earned one more tomorrow

by the work you did today?”