Hold the Door for Others

[couchgrouch]

Hold the Door For OthersHe was behind me in his wheelchairI looked back and he was still thereas I reached the elevator doorhis sad eyes said he was hopin'I'd just keep those two doors openbut how I wanted to do morewhen he wheeled himself insidehe asked me to hit number twoas they began to slideI saw all I could dowas hold the door for othersand just move asidewe may want to help, deep inside ourselvesour hearts beg us to trybut if we can't walk their roador share their heavy loadwe can help them get byit seems too simple to be realbut all of us can healif we hold the door for othersas we left that elevatorI said, "maybe I'll see you later"and went to visit my sick auntwell, I was there almost all daywhen I walked back down the hallwayI saw him holding a sweet lady's handI could tell by his tearsdoctors said she was nearly goneand he'd learned from his wheelchairall you can do when they're passing onis hold the door for othersand just move asidewe may want to help, deep inside ourselvesour hearts beg us to trybut if we can't walk their roador share their heavy loadwe can help them get byit seems too simple to be realbut all of us can healif we hold the door for othersnone of us is here to staywe're all just passing throughthrough entryways, of our dayssad but true, sometimes all we can dois hold the door for othersand just move asidewe may want to help, deep inside ourselvesour hearts beg us to trybut if we can't walk their roador share their heavy loadwe can help them get byit seems too simple to be realbut all of us can healif we hold the door for others(c)2005 Robert George