It’s the little things

It is not so much the things I do that causes me regret;
It’s the little things I leave undone, the things that I forget.
It’s the words I fail to utter, the songs I fail to sing,
The letters I forget to write, that may great comfort bring.

It’s the little acts of kindness, the joy I fail to give,
The smiles I fail to scatter, as day by day I live.
It’s the sick I fail to visit, flowers I fail to send;
It’s the hand I fail to offer unto a fallen friend.

It’s not so much the things I do that causes me regret;
It’s the little things I leave undone, the things that I forget.