Making of Friends ~ Edgar Guest

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. ~ Edgar A. Guest (1881 - 1959) English born, American Poet became known as "The People's Poet."

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