Mother to Son

Well, son,I'll tell you:

Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

It's had tacks in it,

And splinters,

And boards torn up,

And places with no carpet on the floor-

Bare,

But all the time,

I'se been a-climbin on,

And reachin' landin's

And turnin corners,

And sometimes goin' in the dark,

Where there aint been no light.

So, boy, dont you turn back.

Don't you set down on the steps.

'Cause you find it's kinder hard.

Dont you fall now-

For I'se still goin', honey,

I'se still climbin',

And life for me ain't been no crystal stairs.

by Langston Hughes

Sorry, I got the tittle wrong last week.