"The Things That Count"

11 June 2018: Though it's been a good day for the most part, I am feeling a bit melancholy this evening, a mixture of worrying about the world (another depressing and anxiety-inducing news day) and stewing over my own "stuff." This poem, from the poem-a-day email, has been sitting in my inbox for over a week, but I am glad that I looked at it today.

Here's the opening:

Now, dear, it isn’t the bold things,

Great deeds of valour and might,

That count the most in the summing up of life at the end of the day.

But it is the doing of old things,

Small acts that are just and right;

And doing them over and over again, no matter what others say...

Give the whole thing a read.