She is not young and pretty and flushed by conceit <br />The wonderful lady the pride of our street <br />To help others out she goes out of her way <br />And ill words of anyone you never hear her say <br />A grandmother four times her husband long dead <br />But she does not dwell in the past nor does she look ahead <br />Her hair silver gray to pride she does not bow <br />One who lives in the moment the here and the now <br />On any poor person's face she would not slam her door <br />At every local charity fund raiser she is to the fore <br />She does not need others her praises to sing <br />Just helping the needy joy to her does bring <br />A true unsung heroine in her own quiet way <br />One I do see often though not every day.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wonderful-lady/
