Did you give him a lift? He's a brother of man,
And bearing about all the burden he can.
Did you give him a smile? He was downcast and blue,
And a smile would have helped him battle it through.
Did you give him your hand? He was slipping downhill,
And the world so I fancied was using him ill.
Did you give him a word? Did you show him the road?
Or did you just let him go with his load.
Did you know what it means to be losing the fight?
When a comforting look may make things so right?
When one has borne about all one can stand,
Did you ask what it was, and try to understand.