By Carole Smith

Who loves us when we’re down and out
Who loves us when we’re up
Who loves us whether we drink stout
Or water fills our cup

Who loves us when we’re smilin’
And who loves us when we frown
Who loves us when we’re stylin’
Or when all we wear is brown

Who loves us when we’re speaking well
Who loves us when we ain’t
Who loves us whether all they sell
We buy, or show restraint

Who loves us when we tell the truth
Who loves us when we fib
Who loves us whether we, forsooth,
Quote Shakespeare or ad lib

And when out of life’s paper bags
We seem to lack a route
Who but a Mother nags and nags
Till we find our way out!