Something to ponder............

If you sit down at set of sun
And count the acts that you have done,
And, counting find
One, self-denying deed,
one word
That eased the heart of him
who heard
One glance most kind
That fell like sunshine
where it went-
Then you may count that day well spent
But if, through all the livelong day,
you've cheered no heart, by yea or nay
If through it all
You've nothing done that you can trace
That brought sunshine to one's face
No act most small
That helped some soul and nothing cost
Then count that day as worse than lost.
~George Elliot