When your mother has grown older, When her dear, faithful eyes No longer see life as they once did, When her feet, grown tired, No longer want to carry her as she walks, Then lend her your arm in support, escort her with happy pleasure - the hour will come when, weeping, you must accompany her on her final walk. And if she asks you something, then give her an answer. And if she asks again, then speak! And if she asks yet again, respond to her, not impatiently, but with gentle calm. And if she cannot understand you properly, explain all to her happily. The hour will come, the bitter hour, when her mouth asks for nothing more
hehe didn't hitler write that for his mammy? it's actually quite the sweet poem. and really is true about how people show impatience when we should put in its stead, love and tolerance for those stories and questions we have answered a thousand times before and listened to just as much.
Lets not get carried away. He still orchestrated a world war and murdered millions in work/death camps. But yes, it is a good poem, just goes to show no one is WHOLELY evil.
you forgot the rest of it- "because you smashed her jew-loving face with a brick, and threw her in a roiling inferno." see? not such a bad guy after all. much love