When your mother has grown older,
When her dear, faithful eyes
No longer see life as they once did,
When her feet, grown tired,
No longer want to carry her as she walks,
Then lend her your arm in support, escort her with happy pleasure—
the hour will come when, weeping, you must accompany her on her final walk.
When her dear, faithful eyes
No longer see life as they once did,
When her feet, grown tired,
No longer want to carry her as she walks,
Then lend her your arm in support, escort her with happy pleasure—
the hour will come when, weeping, you must accompany her on her final walk.
And if she asks you something, then give her an answer.
And if she asks again, then speak!
And if she asks yet again, respond to her, not impatiently, but with gentle calm.
And if she cannot understand you properly, explain all to her happily.
The hour will come, the bitter hour, when her mouth asks for nothing more.
-poem by Adolf Hitler(hard to believe!!)
p/s:semenjak dua menjak ni aku suke bace poem hahahaa.....
6 comments:
takpe..aku pun suke.haha.bertambah bilangan poem aku bace arini..trime kaseh! hehe
da agk msti bukan ko yg tulis...
cbe wt 1...ni bakat dah ade...;p
haha..nsb bek poem ituu besh
X sangka org brutal mcm ni ada poem tentang ibu... insaf-insaf....
huhu...nanti aku wat poem..cume aku rase yg ni mcam unik sket hahaha
setiap yang ganas itu ada hati yang juga lembut =)
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