So proudly I'll hold my head
As each tomorrow comes,
That those who look at me with think
I walk to singing drums
And maybe some of them will say
They wish that life would be
Just half as gay and nice to them
As it has been to me
If they should bring me little griefs
And little dreams to heal,
I think that I could help because
I'll know the way they feel.
"Consolation," by Helen Welshimer
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