Me,Without A Clue.

Think for a while
 quoth my mother in style
I was upset in a way
 things have gone astray
 Lo! my mother interrupts
 her wisdom disturbs.
Have I been ever rash?
 there I see a flash
 It is but foolish
 I had not spoken my wish
 It is my silence all through
 rash it is in terms true
quietness is an arrogance
considered also as an irreverence
Well! that is me through and through
always to myself without a clue
the same to  those far and near
even to my mother so dear.