SHOULDER TO SHOULDER
There’s a comforting
thought at the close of the day, when I’m weary and lonely and sad,
That sort of grips hold of
my crusty old heart and bids it be merry and glad.
It gets in my soul and it
drives out the blues, and finally thrills through and through.
It is just a sweet memory
that chants the refrain: “I’m glad I rubbed shoulders with you!”
Did you know you were brave,
did you know you were strong, did you know there was one leaning hard?
Did you know that I waited
and listened and prayed, and was cheered by your simplest word?
Did you know that I longed
for that smile on your face, for the sound of your voice ringing true?
Did you know I grew stronger
and better because I had merely rubbed shoulders with you?
I am glad that I live, that
I battle and strive for the place that I know I must fill;
I am thankful for sorrows;
I’ll meet with a grin what fortune may send, good or ill,
I may not have wealth, I
may not be great, but I know I shall always be true,
For I have in my life that
courage you gave, when once I rubbed shoulders with you.