After All

People say I am like my mother. The apple did not fall far from the tree, We wear our hearts on our sleeves. We call a spade a spade, so What is good for the goose goes for the gander, And when a letter turns up, We don’t return it to the sender, Because we believe in forgive and forget, Life continues, no regrets. So whenever, an opportunity knocks on our door, We are very obliged to reach out and help a friend. Because a friend in need, is a friend in deed, When days are dark, friends are usually few. So I really try to walk in my mother’s shoes, She wore the same size that I do. And I can fit in them too. I try always to do my best, Because better is best than less. Who knows how the wind blows, Tomorrow I must just need a friend, to return a favour, One hand wash the other. And like they say, we cannot be, Our sisters’ keepers or brothers’ seekers. But we can keep a promise, cross our hearts ’till we die, And swear never to tell a lie.