At Days End

Is anybody happier because you passed his way?

The day is almost over and its toiling is through;

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

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?

Did you waste the day, or lose it?

Was it well or sorely spent?

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?”

– written by John Hall