You entered my life in a
casual way,
And saw at a glance what I
needed;
There were others who passed me or met me each day,
But never a one of them
heeded.
Perhaps you were thinking of other folks more,
Or chance simply seemed
to decree it;
I know there were many such chances
before,
But the others-well, they didn't see it.
You said just the thing that I
wished you would say,
And you made me believe you meant
it;
I held up my head in the old gallant way,
And resolved you would never
repent it.
There are times when encouragement means a lot,
And a word is enough to
convey it;
There were others who could have, as easy as not—
But, just the same,
they didn’t say it.
There may have been
someone who could have done more,
To help me along, though I doubt
it;
They had me plod onward without it,
You helped to refashion the dream
of my heart,
And made me turn eagerly to it;
There were others who
might have (I question that part)-
But, after all they didn’t do
it!
Grace Stricker Dawson
