If nobody smiled, and nobody praised, And nobody seemed to care Whether your pathway was rugged or smooth, And no one your lot would share, If nobody cared for you and for me, And nobody liked our style, What a dreary old place this world would be, And life would not be worthwhile. Life is worthwhile for the friends we have made, The things in common we share, The grief and the load are lightened a lot By knowing some true friends care. To live, is to give and to do our best, For on this life's joy depends, The millionaire envies the wealth of him Who's wealth is a host of friends. |