Count the Day Lost
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 the sunshine to one face -
No act most small that helped some soul and nothing cost -
Then count that day as worse than lost.
by George Elliot
To be able to write poetry is a very special talent. Not many are able to express themselves in this way.
If you click the images below you will be able to read some poems written by friends of mine.
The above link will take you to another poem which was written by a grateful husband to my great grandmother who was the local midwife.