Well Done

On my way to work everyday I see the same child.
Her eyes keep to the ground, and never has she smiled.
Always I wanted to stop, and ask her of her sorrow.
But frequently in a rush, thinking "I'll have to stop tomorrow."
Finally I left early for work, so I could stop on my way.
When I saw her, it occured to me, I had nothing to say.
I decided to just walk past her, perhaps I was wrong.
That nothing was upsetting her, and I'd been mistaken all along
But as I passed her by, I said a simple hello to see if she'd reply.
Sure enough, I got a timid greeting and a smile big as the sky.
I continued on my path, glad that I'd spoken to the little one.
As I walked, I felt a pat on my back, and God said "Well done."