The first thing in the human personality that dissolves in alcohol is dignity.

At days end, is anybody happier because you passed their way?
Does anyone remember that you spoke to them today?
The day is almost over, and its toiling time is through;
Is there anyone with a kindly word of you?

Can you say tonight, in parting with the day that's slipping fast,
That you helped a single person of the many that you passed?
Is a single heart rejoicing over what you did or said;
Does the man whose hopes were fading - now with courage - look ahead?

Did you waste the day, or lose it? Was it well or poorly spent?
Did you leave a trail of kindness, or a scar of discontent?
As you close your eyes in slumber, can you look back and say,
"I have earned one more tomorrow by the work I did today"?

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