How long can you do it? (A poem read best with a British accent)

Just wanted to share that I think I am a little sleep-deprived today...ok I KNOW I am a little sleep-deprived today...lol...because as I was writing this poem I was actually reading it out loud to myself using my best British accent....sounds much better that way, so feel free to try it out yourselves and let me know what you think...lol

How long can you do it?
How long do you think?
Through the valleys of the nights that are black
and the peaks of the days that are pink.
How long can you do it?
How long do you think?
To shoulder that responsibility
to carry that to the brink.
How long can you do it?
How long do you think?
Before the guilt, the strain, the weight
sends you plummeting into the drink.
How long can you do it?
How long do you think?
Wearing your mask of illusion,
your disguise with a wink.
How long can you do it?
How long do you think?
Climbing that ladder to hope
grasping hold of every link.
How long can you do it?
How long do you think?
Before your arms weaken
and your soul begins to sink.
Forever and a lifetime,
To the stars and beyond,
I will carry this weight
because I am your Mom.