Take time for friendship when you can
The hours fly swiftly and the need
That pressures on your fellowman
May fade away at equal speed
And you may sigh before the end
That you have failed to play the friend
Not all life's pride is born of fame;
Not all the joy from work is won.
Too late we hang our heads in shame,
Remembering good we could have done;
Too late we wish that we had stayed
To comfort those who called for aid.
Take time to do the little things
Which leave the satisfactory thought,
when other joys have taken wings,
That we laboured as we ought;
That in a world where all contend,
We often stopped to be a friend.
Edgar A. Guest