RECKON when our days are done <br />And God takes up our record sheets, And sees the battles we have won, He'll want to read of our defeats. <br />Our little failings He will view, <br />And gaze at us with kindly smile, <br />And maybe say: 'I see that you <br />Have faltered every little while.' <br />I reckon that he'll like to see <br />The blots and blemishes between <br />The splendid works of you and me, <br />To learn how human we have been.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/human-failings/
