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I'm not a huge poetry writer, but here's one I wrote some time ago. Maybe someday I'll submit it somewhere for possible publication, but for right now, it's yours to enjoy.
Today is the yesterday I will remember tomorrow.
Will I recall these bygone hours with regret?
Have I wasted them by bringing needless sorrow?
Have I behaved in ways I’d just as soon forget?
What kind of deeds and thoughts will I retain?
As I cross this bridge to the future from the past?
Did I take the time to ease another’s burdens or pain,
Did I create a special memory for another that will last?
Did I use this day to make a wish come true
For someone not as fortunate as I
Did I help rekindle a spark of hope or two
With a smile, a word, a wave, a sigh?
Did I hold my family close today
And tell them how much I treasure their love
And as I hurried along life’s busy way
Did I take the time to pause and praise the Lord above?
For each and every person I happened to see
Did I make them feel their specific worth
Did I reveal the compassionate side of me
To the poor and friendless of this earth?
Did I make my heart an open door
To those who needed my comfort
Or did I turn my back again, once more
On the lonely, the lost, the scared, the hurt?
Did I breathe a grateful sigh of relief
When that person who talks too much
Made their visit clearly brief
Or did I beg them, “stay”, as I offered a simple touch
Did I temper my words with my heart or with my head
To my beliefs and principles did I remain true
Or was there tactless hurt in what I said
To those I know and those I don’t, to friends both old and new.
Did I manage my actions according to God’s perfect laws
Did I remember that I am here not for gain, but to serve
Or did I judge others by their weaknesses and flaws
Giving them the attention only I think they deserve
When the sun sinks low and today fades into history
As I count my accomplishments, will I be glad
Knowing the world is a better place because of me
Or will I lament the things I didn’t do that I surely wish I had.