The Lovely Kathy Poem by Francis Duggan

A small worry can grow a bit bigger every day
And worrying about something does not make it go away
That worrying about it will not solve the problem is definitely not a lie
Of a worry related illness some are known for to die

Kathy in her mid seventies is the happiest person who lives on our street
She is one i always feel happy to meet
She does not feel any need to cloak her silver gray
But in the warmth in her greeting she brings joy to my day

She does not have an aging ill man for to worry about
Of advanced emphysema day and night coughing phlegm out
Of congested lungs dying painfully and slow
She is lucky of such cares she will never know

She does not have the worry of children or grandchildren to keep her from sleep
For to make her laugh or to cause her to weep
Always happy go lucky one who has no regret
She does not have a memory she would rather forget

The lovely Kathy is aging with grace
She always has a beautiful smile on her face
Not many like her i can claim for to know
For she is one who does have the inner glow.