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A Friendly Lesson
I was downhearted,
lonely, and blue;
Then someone came by -
a friend that I knew.
“’Tis good to see you,”
she said with a smile,
And how it did to cheer me,
making life seem worthwhile.
Let’s try it then, friends,
as we travel life’s way,
To cheer one another,
and brighten the day.
With God’s love in our hearts
as we go about,
Let’s see that it tells,
and let it shine out.
by Ethel Jones: as published in “Sunshine: A Soulful Magazine” (February 1975), Volume 52, Number 2, page 32
I was downhearted,
lonely, and blue;
Then someone came by -
a friend that I knew.
“’Tis good to see you,”
she said with a smile,
And how it did to cheer me,
making life seem worthwhile.
Let’s try it then, friends,
as we travel life’s way,
To cheer one another,
and brighten the day.
With God’s love in our hearts
as we go about,
Let’s see that it tells,
and let it shine out.
by Ethel Jones: as published in “Sunshine: A Soulful Magazine” (February 1975), Volume 52, Number 2, page 32
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My Friends Are Little Lamps to Me
My friends are little lamps to me,
Their radiance warms and cheers my ways.
And all my pathway dark and lone
Is brightened by their rays.
I try to keep them bright by faith,
And never let them dim with doubt,
For every time I lose a friend
A little lamp goes out.
by Elizabeth Whittemore: as published in “Harper’s Magazine” (1923)
My friends are little lamps to me,
Their radiance warms and cheers my ways.
And all my pathway dark and lone
Is brightened by their rays.
I try to keep them bright by faith,
And never let them dim with doubt,
For every time I lose a friend
A little lamp goes out.
by Elizabeth Whittemore: as published in “Harper’s Magazine” (1923)
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The Kindly Neighbor
I have a kindly neighbor, one who stands
Beside my gate and chats with me awhile,
Gives me the glory of his radiant smile
And comes at times to help with willing hands.
No station high or rank this man commands,
He, too, must trudge, as I, the long day’s mile;
And yet, devoid of pomp or gaudy style,
He has a worth exceeding stocks or lands.
To him I go when sorrow’s at my door,
On him I lean when burdens come my way,
Together oft we talk our trials o’er
And there is warmth in each good-night we say.
A kindly neighbor! Wars and strife shall end
When man has made the man next door his friend.
by Edgar A. Guest
Edgar Albert ‘Eddie’ Guest was born on 20 August 1881 in Birmingham, England. He immigrated with his family to the United States of America in 1891. From his first published work in the “Detroit Free Press” until his passing in 1959, he penned some 11,000 poems that were syndicated in 300 newspapers and collected into more than twenty books. Mr. Guest is reputed to have had a new poem published in a newspaper every day for more than thirty years. He became known as ‘The People’s Poet,’ writing poems that were of a sentimental and optimistic nature. Edgar Albert ‘Eddie’ Guest passed on at 77 years of age on 5 August 1959 in Detroit, Michigan, United States of America.
I have a kindly neighbor, one who stands
Beside my gate and chats with me awhile,
Gives me the glory of his radiant smile
And comes at times to help with willing hands.
No station high or rank this man commands,
He, too, must trudge, as I, the long day’s mile;
And yet, devoid of pomp or gaudy style,
He has a worth exceeding stocks or lands.
To him I go when sorrow’s at my door,
On him I lean when burdens come my way,
Together oft we talk our trials o’er
And there is warmth in each good-night we say.
A kindly neighbor! Wars and strife shall end
When man has made the man next door his friend.
by Edgar A. Guest
Edgar Albert ‘Eddie’ Guest was born on 20 August 1881 in Birmingham, England. He immigrated with his family to the United States of America in 1891. From his first published work in the “Detroit Free Press” until his passing in 1959, he penned some 11,000 poems that were syndicated in 300 newspapers and collected into more than twenty books. Mr. Guest is reputed to have had a new poem published in a newspaper every day for more than thirty years. He became known as ‘The People’s Poet,’ writing poems that were of a sentimental and optimistic nature. Edgar Albert ‘Eddie’ Guest passed on at 77 years of age on 5 August 1959 in Detroit, Michigan, United States of America.
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Circle of Friends
Friends, you and me;
You brought another friend,
And then there were three.
We started our group,
Our circle of friends -
There is no beginning or end.
by Author Unknown
Friends, you and me;
You brought another friend,
And then there were three.
We started our group,
Our circle of friends -
There is no beginning or end.
by Author Unknown
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Hold On
Friends come and go,
but with a precious few
you should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps
in geography and lifestyle,
because the older you get,
the more you need the people
who knew you
when you were young.
by Author Unknown
Friends come and go,
but with a precious few
you should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps
in geography and lifestyle,
because the older you get,
the more you need the people
who knew you
when you were young.
by Author Unknown
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Do You Know Your Neighbor?
Do you know the neighbor who lives on your block;
do you ever take time for a bit of talk?
Do you know his troubles, his heartaches, his cares;
the battle he’s fighting, the burdens he bears?
Do you greet him with joy, or pass him right by
with a questioning look and a quizzical eye?
Do you bid him “Good Morning” and “How do you do,”
or shrug as if he were nothing to you?
He may be a chap with a mighty big heart;
and a welcome that grips, if you’d just do your part,
and I know you will coax out his sunniest smile
if you’ll stop with this neighbor and visit awhile.
We rush on so fast in these strenuous days,
we’re apt to find fault when it’s better to praise.
We judge a man’s worth by the make of his car;
we’re anxious to learn what his politics are.
But somehow it seldom gets under the hide,
the fact that the fellow we’re living beside
Is a fellow like us, with a hankering too,
for a grip of the hand and a “How do you do!”
by H. Howard Biggar
Harvey Howard Biggar was born on 4 April 1886 in Aurora, South Dakota, United States of America. He became an agronomist, an instructor in agriculture, and a poet. Harvey Howard Biggar passed on at 79 years of age on 10 April 1965 in Chicago, Illinois, United States of America.
Do you know the neighbor who lives on your block;
do you ever take time for a bit of talk?
Do you know his troubles, his heartaches, his cares;
the battle he’s fighting, the burdens he bears?
Do you greet him with joy, or pass him right by
with a questioning look and a quizzical eye?
Do you bid him “Good Morning” and “How do you do,”
or shrug as if he were nothing to you?
He may be a chap with a mighty big heart;
and a welcome that grips, if you’d just do your part,
and I know you will coax out his sunniest smile
if you’ll stop with this neighbor and visit awhile.
We rush on so fast in these strenuous days,
we’re apt to find fault when it’s better to praise.
We judge a man’s worth by the make of his car;
we’re anxious to learn what his politics are.
But somehow it seldom gets under the hide,
the fact that the fellow we’re living beside
Is a fellow like us, with a hankering too,
for a grip of the hand and a “How do you do!”
by H. Howard Biggar
Harvey Howard Biggar was born on 4 April 1886 in Aurora, South Dakota, United States of America. He became an agronomist, an instructor in agriculture, and a poet. Harvey Howard Biggar passed on at 79 years of age on 10 April 1965 in Chicago, Illinois, United States of America.
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Friends
Friends care
Friends share
We need friends
Everywhere!
by Author Unknown
Friends care
Friends share
We need friends
Everywhere!
by Author Unknown
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Croesus Discovers
I thought I was a poor man all my days,
And only late I knew
Riches that filled my soul with glad amaze,
All-marvelous to view.
How am I shamed that I have hung my head
The way a pauper bends!
I should have walked the earth a king instead;
My friends - I had my friends!
by Author Unknown
Croesus was born in 595 B.C.E. He became a king of Lydia from 560 B.C.E. until 546 B.C.E. During that time, he amassed a considerable amount of gold. In 546 B.C.E., Cyrus, the king of Persia, went to war with Croesus, and took away his gold. With no gold, Croesus discovered he had something worth more remaining: the riches of friendship. Croesus passed on in 547 B.C.E.
I thought I was a poor man all my days,
And only late I knew
Riches that filled my soul with glad amaze,
All-marvelous to view.
How am I shamed that I have hung my head
The way a pauper bends!
I should have walked the earth a king instead;
My friends - I had my friends!
by Author Unknown
Croesus was born in 595 B.C.E. He became a king of Lydia from 560 B.C.E. until 546 B.C.E. During that time, he amassed a considerable amount of gold. In 546 B.C.E., Cyrus, the king of Persia, went to war with Croesus, and took away his gold. With no gold, Croesus discovered he had something worth more remaining: the riches of friendship. Croesus passed on in 547 B.C.E.
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