Because of the friends we have made
From Heather Ryder
A poem my aunt sent several years ago to my late mother I thought it was appropriate for this time as I’m sure we will have made many more friends throughout this ordeal one way or another :-
If nobody smiled and nobody cheered, and nobody helped us along,
If every man looked after himself and good things all went to the strong;
If nobody cared just a little for you, and nobody thought about me,
And we all stood alone in the battle of life, what a dreary old world it would be.
Life is sweet just because of the friends we have made and the things in common we share.
We want to live on, not because of ourselves, but because of the people who care.
It’s giving and doing for somebody else, on that all life’s splendour depends,
And the joy of the world when you have summed it all up is found in the making of friends.