If the folks we meet would say —
“I know something good about you!”
And treat us just that way?
If each handclasp, fond and true,
Carried with it this assurance —
“I know something good about you!”
If the good that’s in us all
Were the only thing about us
That folks bothered to recall?
If we praised the good we see?
For there’s such a lot of goodness
In the worst of you and me!
That fine way of thinking, too?
You know something good about me,
I know something good about you?
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