OMISSIONS
It's not so much the things I do -- 
that cause me to regret.

It's the little things I leave undone, 
the things that I forget.

It's 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 is not so much the things I do 
that cause me to regret.

It's the little things I leave undone, 
the things that I forget.

                                                                                                -Author Unknown