For all she’s aged, and poor and slow;
“And I hope some fellow will lend a hand
To help my mother, if she should stand
“At a crossing, weary and old and gray,
When her own dear boy is far away.”
And “somebody’s mother” bowed low her head
In her home that night, and the prayer she said
Was “God, be kind to the noble boy,
Who is somebody’s son, and pride, and joy.”
—Anonymous.