When it comes to caring for others, sometimes adults can take lessons from children in matters of the heart....

WHEN YOU NEED A FRIEND

He was just a little boy
Not more than four or five
Playing like all kids do,
Out there happy to be alive.

Near the bunkhouse
An old cowboy sat underneath a tree,
So he walked up closer like all kids do
To see what he could see.

He didnt know about lifes travails,
Hed only seen one place.
When he got up close to the old cowboy
He saw tears rolling down his face.

The old man was sitting there, lonesome,
For his wife had passed away.
And the little boy saw his sorrow
And wondered what he should say.

Then he seemed to know the answer,
Like his daddys stories before his nap,
He walked over where the old cowboy was
And sat there on his lap.

Later that day his mother asked
What he said to the elderly gent.
She always watched over her little boy,
And the hours that he spent.

The little boy just beamed a smile
And quiet came his reply
I didnt say a single word.
I just helped him cry.

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