Tears of a Dying Mother

Time drifts away ever so quickly,
And no one cometh to say goodbye.
A son sees a mother old and sickly;
He sees her bedridden, but doesn’t forlorn or cry:
“Young man, if thou hadst the slightest of compassion,
Thou would have never left me to cease,
But cruelty seems to be the latest of fashion,
Of these wicked days of disease.
I’ve raised and grown only to think,
That I would reap what I’ve sown;
But there you are, and I see you drink
From cruelty’s pool; and your true colors have shown.
My fault, it was: I never taught thee how to love;
Alone, I die, leaving behind my wealth, that for you, is never enough.


It's very sad, but this happens a lot here in the United States; whether it's a son or a daughter. I hope things change; I really do.

Sherif Mohamed 2016