A Mother's Wisdom
Mother dear, should I dare,
To take to the air, embrace the night,
Throw my heart blind into the clouded wood,
To succumb to the tantalizing appeal of fright?
O, Mother dear, how would I fare?
No, my darling, do not dare;
Do not bear your soul for all to view,
Nor shoot sightless, fly awry,
The night is endless, and beacons few.
O, my darling, you best beware!
Mother dear, should I care,
About the war with whomever, the price of bread,
About what is right and proper in every way,
Or why it is that Daddy's dead?
O, Mother dear, should I care?
No, my darling, you need not care,
Those matters are not your concern, not your fault,
Our Governor or the good Lord will see to these, I'm sure,
And should you yourself try to bring these to a halt,
O, my darling, they'd skin you bare!
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// I haven't posted in forever soooo here's a poem! Wrote this after listening to Pink Floyd's The Final Cut. Wartime vibes ~ //
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