Of Singing Her Praises

She is one that i do not often see
The beautiful person who lives close to me
In her mid sixties her hair silver grey
She must have looked beautiful in her prime day
Never a mother or never a wife
To the helping of others she devotes her life
As a younger nurse in refugee camps far away
For years she helped the sick without the rewards of pay
One who does always plant Karma's good seed
Every day of her life she performs a good deed
Not one among the admired of the town
She does not even know of local renown
But she is one that i do greatly admire
And of singing her praises i never could tire.