The real joys of living today,
is not the getting,
but the giving that pays.
If everybody cared
no more for you
than they do for me,
what a hell of a place
this world would be.
To some, life is sweet,
just because of
friends we've made,
and the things with
others we share.
If we all stood alone
in the battle of life,
full of sorrow,
contempt and strife,
this old world would be
a dreary place indeed.
It's the giving and the
doing for somebody else,
that all life's splendor depends.
All the joys of this world,
what few there are,
are found in the
making of friends.
This work by mysticdave is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
Great message, poignant and so true.
ReplyDeleteRight on the button as usual.
ReplyDelete"Art's only excuse is that it makes friends for us."-Cocteau
great poem - so very true. Home is where your friends are!
ReplyDeleteIs it?
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