The Making of Friends

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 cared just a little about you and nobody cared about me, and we stood alone,
in the battle of life, What a dreary old world this would be...
Life is sweet, just because of 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 of life's splendor depends.
The joy of this world, when you've summed it all up, is found in the making of friends.
~Author Unknown~