The Young Evergreen Poem by Francis Duggan

'Tis said she is eighty three she does not look that old
For one of her age attractive to behold
Her wavy hair time has left silvery gray
She must have been quite a beauty on her day.

A mother who never was anyone's wife
In the Vietnam war in 1969 her son lost his life
The brave young man that she raised without his dad
By life one can say she has been treated bad.

At the local bowling club rooms she often is seen
The one who is known as 'The Young Evergreen'
She dances to her heart content for two hours or more
And at the last dance she joins in the encore.

An octogenarian still going strong
As she dances with the band she does sing along
Her great gift of happiness with others she share
The Young Evergreens of the World are so rare.