A Pleasure For To Meet

On sunny days she often sits on the timber seat in the park by the street One whose lovely smile always betrays the gap in her teeth A woman in her late eighties with shoulder length hair of silver gray She must have been quite beautiful back on her prime day I have often spoken to her at length she has a sad story to tell Her husband passed away last year for years he had not been well Years ago their only child in his early twenties died as a very young man In a bloody battle under gunfire in the war in south Vietnam She says she has been lucky to have been a good man's wife And apart from the loss of their son they had a happy life With a good philosophy on life she says make the most of every day The past she says she cannot change and health-wise she feels okay Her long gray hair to her shoulders she walks in a slow pace But for one in her late eighties she has a lovely face Her happy smile it does betray the obvious gap in her teeth And people like her one can say are a pleasure for to meet.