The Old Rhyming Poetess Poem by Francis Duggan

It has been awhile now since she has been in her life's prime
But the old rhyming poetess is still writing rhyme
She has penned many ballads and many a song
Amongst the greats of rhyme poetry she is one who belong.

One cannot say of her that her best days are gone
Into her seventh decade and still writing on
When sung or recited her musical poetry so pleasant to hear
Again she has been voted town poet of the year.

With anti ageing creams or dyes she doesn't cover her wrinkles and gray
She is what you see she has always been this way
A few decades ago when her hair was light brown
She was known to many as rose of the town.

The town's leading poet a grandmother of today
A few years ago her husband passed away
At her grief of his passing many poems she did write
Which to her many friends she does often recite.

At writing poetry she keeps getting better she matures like good wine
The one who has never written an unmusical line
The best poet in the town and for many miles around
And wordsmiths like her are not known to abound.