Written on the 26th December 2002

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Someone To Chide

Whenever I do wrong

Or give way to foolish pride

When I give in to temper

There is someone there to chide.

She punishes and lectures,

Although I with cold disdain

Rebuff her words, she does it

Again and yet again.

Although I mightn't say it

I know within myself

That when she cuts away the waste

She gives me virtues wealth.

So cut away, dear Mother

For some day you will see

That your pruning and your cutting

Has made a better me!