When a feller hasn't got a cent <br />And is feeling kind of blue, <br />And the clouds hang thick and dark <br />And won't let the sunshine through, <br />It's a great thing, oh my brethren, <br />For a feller just to lay <br />Her hand upon your shoulder in a friendly sort o' way. <br /> <br />It makes a man feel queerish, <br />It makes the tear-drops start. <br />And you kind o' feel a flutter <br />In the region of your heart. <br />You can't look up and meet her eye, <br />You don't know what to say <br />When a hand is on your shoulder in a friendly sort o' way. <br /> <br />Oh this world's a curious compound <br />With its honey and its gall; <br />Its cares and bitter crosses, <br />But a good world after all. <br />And a good God must have made it, <br />Leastwise that is what I say, <br />When a hand is on your shoulder in a friendly sort o' way<br /><br />Khalil Breidi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fellowship-2/
