Being repentant of what we have done differs from what we could or should have done but never did. This poem is for those (mostly me myself) who may sometimes regret what they could have done. It may be repetitive for some, but it does worth reading it over.      (Unfortunately, I could not find the name of the poet, so I cited it as anonymous I hope you would like it.  .)

                                  THE SIN OF OMMISSION

It isn’t the thing you do;

    It’s the thing you leave undone,

Which gives you a bit of heartache

    At the setting of the sun.

The tender word forgotten,

    The letter you did not write,

The flower you might have sent,

    Are your haunting ghosts tonight.

The stone you might have lifted

    Out of a brother’s way,

The bit of heartsome counsel

    You were hurried too much to say.

The loving touch of the hand,

    The gentle and winsome tone,

That you had no time or thought for

    With troubles enough of your own.

The little acts of kindness,

    So easily out of mind;

Those chances to be helpful

    Which everyone may find___

No, it’s not the thing you do,

    It’s the thing you leave undone,

Which gives you the bit of heartache

    At the setting of the sun.

 Anonymous