Tuesday, August 10, 2010

My Mother

My Mother has dreams in her eyes
My life is success and me wise

Her tears are evident and her cries
Her tired-less efforts and her smiles

Her sleepless nights, her early rise
Foundation of my dreams and their price

I cannot sit to make any choice
But to reach, no game of dice

I have to walk, walk many miles
To be a success and be wise

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