If Your Tomorrow Never Comes

Is another person much happier because you passed their way?

Does anyone remember that you spoke to him today?

This day is almost over and its toiling time is through,

Is there anyone have something kind to say about you?

Did you give a cheerful greeting to the friend who came along? 

Or a churlish sort of "Howdy" and then vanish into the throng?

Were you selfish, pure and simple as you rushed along the way, 

Or is someone mighty grateful for a deed that you did today?

Can you say tonight in parting with the day that is slipping fast,

That you helped a single brother of the many that you passed?

Is a single heart rejoicing over what you did or said,

Does a man whose hopes were fading now with courage look ahead?

Did you waste 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 would say,

"You have earned one more tomorrow by the work that you did today?"