by Maurice Sassoon

Created on: July 31, 2008

COMPASSION PERSONIFIED:

Listen, young man, whatever you are,
Your mother is waiting;
She grieves from afar.

Alone, she feels abandoned and lost,
Like a rag doll used
And finally tossed.

Silently weeping, her heart is rent;
Remembering times
So pleasantly spent,

When she weaned you to manhood,
Nursed you to health,.
Until your attainment of comfort and wealth.

Listen, young man, wherever you roam,
Forget not to visit
That old-age home

Where smiles are rare with silent weeping,
And the bright sun clouded
By shadows creeping.

Young man, do not your mother forget
She is waiting to see you
Before she can rest

Somewhere past the shadows, beyond the gloom
Where there is neither pain,
Nor sense of doom.

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