When I Was Very Young
When I was very young
My mother do tell me the tales of
throng
she taught me how to sing
sincere songs
and to choose the rights and
reject wrongs
I grew up with care and
kindness
Amidst children that are helpless,
homeless
I do lend my humble heart and
lovely lens
As I taught them the pride of
pen and poems
my mother taught me to live,
love and learn
that life is not all about what we
earn.
Yet I often yell, yawn, yelp and
yearn
To earn from what we I am yet
to
learn
Back in the days… I was taught
to pray
Yet I do not stop to play… going
astray
After burning my strength all
through the day
My mum put me in at
moonlight to lay
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