If nobody smiled, and nobody cared and
Nobody helped us along,
If every moment looked after itself and
Good things always went to the strong,
If nobody thought just a little about you and
Nobody cared about me,
And we stood all alone, in the battle of life,
What a dreary old world this would be.
Life is sweet, just because of the friends we have made
And the things which in common we share,
We want to live on, not because of ourselves,
But because of the people who care.
It is doing and giving for somebody else,
On which all life’s splendor depends,
And the joy of this world, when you’ve summed it all up.
Is found in the making of friends….
by, Edgar A. Guest.