Mother To Son

Well, Son I" tell you:

Life for me ain,t been no crystal stairs.

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,see a-climbin, on,

And reaching, landins,

And turmin, corner,

Where there ain't been on light.

So boy, don't you turn back.

Don't you set down on the steps,

Cause you finds it's kinder hard.

Don't you fall now-

For I'se still goin' , honey,

I'se still climbin' ,

And life for me ain;t been no crystel stairs.

By[Msudais].

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