Touching Shoulders 

There's a comforting thought at the close of the day,
When I'm weary and lonely and sad,
That sort of grips hold of my crusty old heart
and bids it be merry and glad.
It gets in my soul and drives out the blues,
And finally thrills through and through
It is just a sweet memory that chants the refrain:
"I'm glad I touched shoulders with you!"

Did you know you were brave, did you know you were strong?
Did you know there was one leaning hard?
Did you know that I waited and listened and prayed,
And was cheered by your simplest word?
Did you know that I longed for that smile on your face,
For the sound of your voice ringing true?
Did you know I grew stronger and better because
I had merely touched shoulders with you?

I am glad that I live, that I battle and strive
For the place that I know I must fill;
I am thankful for sorrows, I'll meet with a grin
What fortune may send good or ill.
I may not have wealth, I may not be great,
But I know I shall always be true,
For I have in my life that courage you gave
When once I rubbed shoulders with you.

                       Author Unknown.

For this first "Wolf of the Month" for the New Year,
 "This Pack of Wolves" does hereby declare that
 we shall honor the Fatherwolf, "Lobo", for the
many ways he has "been there" for so many of us.
For his Faithfulness, Caring, and Love, for building
us this beautiful site, and safe chatroom, we thank
you from the deepest recesses of our hearts.
For all you do, we thank you Don.  

LIFE'S MIRROR

There are Loyal Hearts, there are spirits brave,
There are souls that are pure and true;
Then give to the world the best you have,
And the best will come back to you.

Give love, and to your life love will flow,
A strength in your utmost need;
Have faith, and a score of hearts will show
Their faith in your word and deed.

Give truth, and your gift will be paid in kind,
And honor will honor meet;
And a smile that is sweet will surely find
A smile that is just as sweet.

Give sorrow and pity to those who mourn;
You will gather flowers again
The scattered seeds of your thought outbourne,
Though the sowing seemed but in vain.

For life is a mirror of King and Slave-
'Tis just what we are and do;
Then give to the world the best that you have,
And the best will come back to you.

                   Madeline Bridges