What We Give Poem by Edna Hirons

Earth is so large and I so small
It seems to matter not at all
What deeds I do our course I take,
For tears will fall and hearts will break
And yet I know the part I play
Will surely touch someone some way,
And if it is for good I live
Then surely it is good I give
And if enough of good is sown
Into the hearts where grief is known,
Perhaps the world in which we live
May profit much by what we give.