A Frail Octogenarian

Slowly down the pavement with the aid of a walking frame she shuffles on yard by yard For a frail octogenarian life can be so hard The sparrows are chirping in the Winter sunshine If I reach her age her lot well may be mine. Her husband deceased one who lives on her own And her better days she has obviously known Her children and their families from her do live far away Life chooses our destiny despite what some do say. Such a nice old lady free of conceit and guile With the warmth of joy in her beautiful smile Her best days in life to the forever gone But for as long as she can live she wants to live on. Eighty five years of living has left her bent and gray Her's may be our lot in a not distant day In the Winter sunshine she shuffles down the street With a smile and a hello to everyone she does meet.