When walking down the path of life, remember what I say,
That every man must feel the thorns that grow along the way.
And every soul will struggle, for every man is weak,
And the road of life uncertain, its prospects often bleak.
But always give a helping hand, a word of love, a smile,
To help the soul beside you walk across each weary mile.
For love will cause the sun to shine, and everywhere you go,
The painful thorns less noticed as the roses bloom and grow.
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Kate Watkins Furman