I'm not sure what the title of this poem is, and I don't know the author. I do know a poem isn't something I thought I'd be posting to a real estate blog, and I suppose this isn't really the place. Then again, what walk of life wouldn't this apply to?
This was shared with me by a friend several years ago. Reading it now and then keeps me grounded in a way. So, if you've seen it before or not, please enjoy, and if you know who the author is please let me know.
Is anybody happier
because you passed their way?
Does anyone remember
that you spoke to them today?
The day is almost over,
and its toiling time is through,
Is there anyone that will utter
a kind word about you?
Can you say tonight in parting,
with the day that's slipping fast,
that you helped a single person
of the many that you passed?
Is a single heart rejoicing
over what you did or said?
Does the one whose hopes were fading
now with courage look ahead?
Did you win the day or lose it?
Was it well or sorely 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 will say,
"you have earned one more tomorrow
by the good you did today?"