This poem was written in 1962 shortly before Wilbert Smith died from cancer of the lower bowel.
W. B. Smith
Make the world a little brighter,
Make somebodys burden lighter,
Lend someone a helping hand,
Pull a brother from the sand,
Do your bit, however small,
Have a smile for one and all,
And when you meet the Judgement Day
Hold high your head and proudly say,
The world, though little I could give,
Is better now, because I lived!