Wherever She Is At Poem by Francis Duggan

Wherever she is at joy is to be found
She carries it with her and spreads it around
In her early seventies and lovely to behold
She has not lost her beauty though she is growing old
An ageing grandmother her brown hair flecked with gray
So charming and pleasant in her own sweet way
She always seems happy she does enjoy life
To one lucky man she's a wonderful wife
One who is a credit to her side of the town
To be a good person is her claim to renown
Always willing to help those of helping in need
She does not seek recognition for her many a good deed
And wherever she is at joy is to be found
She carries it with her and spreads it around.