Life's escort

We step in not alone

But with a nexus to our mom.

That nexus man’s tool severs,

But never doth it, the seemingly apparent relationship.

As time flits by, moms recede and friends proceed

Into our lives, some firm, and some for benefit.

The latter induce tears, as flattery so often does,

Who sheds them not?

Shed them alone, you remain forlorn,

Shed them on a shoulder, you emerge stronger.