MOTHER IS WATER I wish I could Shower your head with flowers And anoint your feet with my tears, For I know I have caused you So much heartache, frustration and despair – Throughout my youthful years. I wish I could give you The remainder of my life To add to yours, Or simply erase The lines on your face, And mend all that has been torn. For next to God, You are the fire That has given light To the flame in each of my eyes. You are the fountain That nourished my growth, And from your chalice – Gave me life. Without the wetness of your love, The fragrance of your water, Or the trickling sounds of Your voice, I shall always feel thirsty.
I abhor mere prettiness.
Mere goodness can achieve little against the power of nature.
Mere bashfulness without merit is awkwardness.
For the bureaucrat, the world is a mere object to be manipulated by him.
Without craftsmanship, inspiration is a mere reed shaken in the wind.
The mere imparting of information is not education.
African film makers are scraping by on a mere pittance.
The roads are filled with armed robbers, and murders for mere plunder are of daily occurrence.