YOUNG OBSERVER - My MotherFriday, April 04, 2008 *My mother, who sat and watch, my infant head, and tears of sweet affection shed my mother. *Who tought, my infant lips to pray and work in wisdom pleasant way, my mother *When pain and sickness, made me cried who geared upon, my heavy eye and wept for fear, that I should died, my mother. *And can I ever seize to be affectionate and kind to her, who was so very find to me my mother. *When my mum is feeble old and grey, my health arms shall be thy stay and I will smooth the pains away, my mother. Life is not a bed of Roses *This life is not a bed of Roses, but full of Thorns. As you make your bed, do shall you lye on it. Whatever you sow that's what you will harvest. *Time and tide waits, for no man, make hay whiles, the sun shines, the sun will only shine on those who strive hard as to meet ends. *Ambitions is a bitter tree, but it fields delicious fruits, a patient dog will always eat a fat bone. *He who laughs last, always laughs best God will never leave those who work hard to go forever unrewarded. *The road of I don't care! always lead to the city of had I known had I known always comes last. Opportunity knocks at your door but only once, and once opportunity is last, it can never be regained. Author: by Ida Jallow | Media Actions |