In the folly of youth I one day shouted at my mother who then sat down with a grieved heart in a corner and said, weeping: ‘Hast thou forgotten thy infancy that thou art harsh towards me?’ <br /> <br /> How sweetly said the old woman to her son <br /> When she saw him overthrow a tiger, and elephant-bodied: <br /> ‘If thou hadst remembered the time of thy infancy <br /> How helpless thou wast in my arms <br /> Thou would’st this day not have been harsh <br /> For thou art a lion-like man, and I an old woman.’<br /><br />Saadi Shirazi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ch-06-on-weakness-and-old-age-story-06/
