Think for a while
quoth my mother in style
I was upset in a way
things have gone astray
Lo! my mother interrupts
her wisdom disturbs.
Have I been ever rash?
there I see a flash
It is but foolish
I had not spoken my wish
It is my silence all through
rash it is in terms true
quietness is an arrogance
considered also as an irreverence
Well! that is me through and through
always to myself without a clue
the same to those far and near
even to my mother so dear.
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