MOTHER TO SON
Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no
crystal stair.
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’se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the
dark
Where there ain’t been no
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
crystal stair.