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

If you fear losing somebody you love like rejection would be no surprise even if they never said it out loud you just knew by the look in their eyes accept that anxiety is due to some action we took while sleepwalking through life we would be lying if we

If I am your baby, please touch me. I need your touch in ways you may never know. Don’t just wash and change and feed me, but rock me close, kiss my face and stroke my body. Your soothing, gentle touch says security and love. If I am your child,

I have always seen life for what it really is. Ever since I was a child growing up, hard times are all I know. I had to sit back and watch my mother work from sunset to sundown. I had to sit back and watch my mother work herself to

I enter the home of poverty, causing pale-faced children to open their eyes wide in pleased wonder. I cause the miser’s clutched hand to relax, and thus paint a bright spot on his soul. I cause the aged to renew their youth and to laugh in the glad old way.

The world is against me, he said with a sigh. Somebody stops every scheme that I try. The world has me down and it’s keeping me there; I don’t get a chance. Oh, the world is unfair! When a fellow is poor then he can’t get a show; The world

Because it rains when we wish it wouldn’t, Because men do what they often shouldn’t, Because crops fail, and plans go wrong- Some of us grumble all day long. But somehow, in spite of the care and doubt, It seems at last that things work out. Because we lose where

When you’re up against a trouble, Meet it squarely, face to face; Lift your chin and set your shoulders, Plant your feet and take a brace. When it’s vain to try to dodge it, Do the best that you can do; You may fail, but you may conquer, See it

Watching the world through a blacked-out window You see no sun, Yet people see light shining in your eyes, You are the sun for others Watching children play, wishing you were them, You start to cry, People see your child- like tears, Yet nobody seems to care Giving light to

Out through the fields and the woods And over the walls I have wended; I have climbed the hills of view And looked at the world, and descended; I have come by the highway home, And lo, it is ended. The leaves are all dead on the ground, Save those

Childhood, sweet and sunny childhood, With its careless, thoughtless air, Like the verdant, tangled wildwood, Wants the training hand of care. See it springing all around us – Glad to know, and quick to learn; Asking questions that confound us; Teaching lessons in its turn. Who loves not its joyous

The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree. Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown, For the world was intent on dragging me down. And if that weren’t enough to ruin my day, A young boy