cliche, cliche
used, misused
and much abused
are what my mother taught
and my father thought
mom said she knew
what's best for me
some advice I disregarded,
tried her patience
hurt her feelings
reserved the right to disagree
dad's advice sacred,
he held the purse strings
now they are gone
and time has come round
cliches remain, and very much in vogue
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, let us respect and retrospect sincerely and seriously!