Supposing Today

Today the chaplain for Access Hospice came to see Mother. He read a couple of poems to her & she remembered Daddy's favorite poem, Supposing Today. I Googled it & found this:

Supposing today were your last day on earth,
The last mile of the journey you’ve trod;
After all of your struggles, how much are you worth,
How much can you take home to God?
Don’t count as possessions your silver and gold,
Tomorrow you leave these behind,
And all that is yours to have and to hold
Is the service you’ve given mankind.
(Anonymous, as quoted by David O. McKay, Treasures of Life [Salt Lake City: Deseret Book Co., 1962], pp. 395–96.)

Little did I know when Daddy quoted it so often that President David O. McKay had once used it.