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Poem "To be tied on her mother's apron strings":
- written February 2009
- published March 11, 2009
- viewed 121 times
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Poem "To be tied on her mother's apron strings":
- written February 2009
- published March 11, 2009
- viewed 121 times
Other poems by Happy Mhlongo:
»To be tied on her mother's apron strings«
Thought she is a fidus achates
Locking the door of her daughters'
Because she's her only blue eyed girl
On the account of her love she cares.
Might cause a belt from the blue,
Her mom keeps her for love and to grow to grow old,
She said: mom: "Let me enjoy my life without camparing it with that of others,
I expect to pass through this world but once, any good therefore that I can do or any kindness that I can show to any fellow creatures let me do it now.
Life is real...life is earnest...
Let me then be up and doing
With a heart for any fate"
The course of true love never did run smooth
Let it be my difficulty to achieve it.
And the world shall judge me for the sin I showed.
Let me pass this string you tied mom and live free.
Locking the door of her daughters'
Because she's her only blue eyed girl
On the account of her love she cares.
Might cause a belt from the blue,
Her mom keeps her for love and to grow to grow old,
She said: mom: "Let me enjoy my life without camparing it with that of others,
I expect to pass through this world but once, any good therefore that I can do or any kindness that I can show to any fellow creatures let me do it now.
Life is real...life is earnest...
Let me then be up and doing
With a heart for any fate"
The course of true love never did run smooth
Let it be my difficulty to achieve it.
And the world shall judge me for the sin I showed.
Let me pass this string you tied mom and live free.
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