The Time For Brotherhood By Edgar Albert Guest

The Time For Brotherhood

When a fellow’s feeling blue,
And is troubled, through and through
With a melancholy feeling
That he cannot seem to shake,
When his plans have gone astray
And his hopes have slipped away
And he’s standing at the crossroads
Wondering which one to take,
That’s the time to grab his hand
And to make him understand
That he’s grieving over trifles
And his worries aren’t worth while;
That’s the time to slap his back
With a good old friendly whack,
That’s the time he needs your friendship
And the time he wants your smile.

When he’s deep down in the dumps
And has known life’s rocky bumps,
When he’s got the kill-joy notion
That his work no longer counts;
That’s the time a word of cheer
Sweetly whispered in his ear
Sets the heart of him to beating
‘Till his spirit proudly mounts.
That’s the time a glad ‘Hello!’
Means far more than you may know,
That’s the time a sign of friendship
Really does a brother good;
That’s the time a word of praise
Lifts a fellow up for days,
Sends him on his way, rejoicing,
That’s the time for brotherhood.

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