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My mother
When times of glory were dead and gone
And days of perilous challenges were on,
Who stood by me from night to morn
And never had me toil in the scorching sun?
Who advised me and paid my fees
And saw that I never relented in duties?
Who cautioned me to void heinous sins
And have me practice no irregularities?
Who reminded me always to pray
And regularly saw me out to play?
Who cautioned my tongue when I had a say?
My Mother!
