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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There are such amazing people who even at the very evening of life are blessed with real fighting spirit and that zest for living! They are helpful neighbours too who are loved by everyone! A great tribute to this old lady !