Mother I can't grow old,
I'm ever your loving infant son
Who will never disappoint you.
I'll happily live in your memory
For as long as it will please thee
But no more tears on my account
For I'd rather fade than grieve thee.
As for sadness let it go;
Holding on so long to hurt
Can only compound my tragedy.
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Summer Sun, Winter Rain
PoetryMy Wattpad Debut and a Featured Story. Summer Sun, Winter Rain is a collection of poems from different periods of my life some, happy some sad. There are memories of friends and loved ones loved and lost, recollections of places I've been and thing...
