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 it drives out the blues,
And finally thrills through and through.
It is just a sweet memory that chants refrain;
I'm glad I touched shoulders with you.
I am glad that I live, that I battle and strive,
For a 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 you know I shall always be true.
For I have in my life that courage you gave,
When I once rubbed shoulders with you.