She's a special kind of creature
She'll never mind if we bother
She would devote her time a lot
and give us everything she's got
But what happens when she grows old?
So many stories are untold
as nobody there to talk to
and her children are away, too
What surely happens when she dies?
Very sad, everybody cries
Don't we realize ignoring her,
or not being thankful, either?
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