And she does possess such a beautiful smile
Dark wavy hair to her shoulders and eyes of light brown
The unassuming young Rose of the town
My face full of time wrinklles the hair on my balding head gray
But with a big smile she always bids me good day
Young and old she treats as the same which of her does say
That she is not ageist in any sort of a way
A close friend of her's has told me of late
That she has her visa and is soon to migrate
To a distant city in a distant Land
Her youthful yearn for adventure should not be hard to understand
Since she is in her early twenties and the fact does remain
That her loss to the town will become some big city's gain.
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