When things done, results come.

The night is finally over
The month will soon be October
North east wind makes days cold
Past experience makes us bold

As we further go
We forget things ago
As we look ahead
We are bound to success

Let past experiences be the fuels
Of the machine of the present gradual
Through the success of future into unusual
Where the goals are gained for dual

September 13,2008

poem by James Mond
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Mom & You

Sweet dreams when mom made me sleep
Nightmares when you made me sleep

Delicious rice when mom fed me
Poisonous hot dogs when you fed me

Poor but peaceful life when mom was with me
Rich but rigorous life when you were with me

Mom’s words were harsh
But full of care, love and protection
Your words were sweet
But full of anger, deception and manipulation

Why are mom’s little things so different than yours?
Why are your big things so different than mom’s?

All I know is

There is no substitution

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