I found this Poem a long time ago in a Dear Abbey column, L.A. Times 11/10/93, and it was attributed to “Anonymous”, though recent internet searches indicate it may have been written by someone named John Hall.
Is anybody happier because you
passed this way?
Does anyone remember that you
spoke to them today?
The day is almost over, and its
toiling time is through;
Is there anyone to utter now a
kindly word of 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 waste the day or use 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 what you did today’?