Though Not Every Day

I do see her often though not every day
The little old lady of hair silver gray
She greets everyone with a smile on her face
So charming in her way and aging with grace
She greets me a stranger as if i were an old friend
Only wish that some of her charm to me she could lend
The words tall, young and beautiful looking to her may not apply
But she is such a nice person without even needing to try
Her praises i only feel happy to sing
Since joy to my day she never fails for to bring
She is one i see often and only can profess to know
That she is one possessed of the inner glow
I do see her often and in truth i can say
That she never does fail to bring joy to my day.