An Old Soldier

Shuffling down the street an ol' soldier Slowly shifting as she went along Pushing a grocery cart of whatever. For me she seems an ol' warrior "song." I remember her from long ago Oh, I was just a wee little child And she, one of the neighborhood mothers Who would gladly foot the extra mile. A friend to, both, the young and old, Whose heap-up honors ‘pon her to confer. Strong and solid, the folks all love her. A hard-working senior, all would concur Seems as if she'd live forever Perusing the neighborhood like a cop. Riding the mower, gathering pecans; Almost ninety, and yet to stop.